Grandpa's Road Rage

This morning while we were getting ready to leave...

Kyla: "Mom, one time when I was riding in my Grandpa's truck he said bad words about the slow driver in front of him. Like the G word..."

Me: "G word?"

Kyla: "Oops, the J word. And he said the F word. And he said the H-A word."

Me: "H-A word?"

Kyla: "Ya, you know. H-A-T-E."

Sheesh Grandpa... It's a good thing she never hears her mother use those words...