My husband and I are bantering back and forth in the front seat of the car, as we’re driving home. We aren’t angry with each other or even arguing, but we’re rather animated in our conversation…as we usually are.
“Daddy!” Claire yells. “Be nice to Momma!”
“I am being nice to Momma, Claire,” he says. In his defense, he wasn’t being mean at all. She had misinterpreted my dramatic reactions to whatever he was saying.
“It’s okay, Claire. Daddy’s not being mean to me.”
“Daddy!” she says again, still on a roll. “Stop being a you-know-what!”
And she really said, “a you-know-what.” That was a direct quote.
I tried to explain to Claire that Daddy wasn’t being a you-know-what, but I’m not sure if she could understand me through all the laughter coming from the front seat. 
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and I am sure the laughter coming from my chair this morning wouldn’t help either
priceless!!
Out of the mouths of babes… very cute and funny, love it.
I want to know what you-know-what is — does she?
oh man, the darndest things!
Terra, it makes me laugh all over again just thinking about it!
Princess Extraordinaire, no kidding!
Bonnie, if she only knew…
XUP, that’s the beauty of it. You know what a you-know-what is, and she doesn’t! (Well, not specifically…she knows a you-know-what is pesky, but that’s about it.)
Libby, she never ceases to amuse (and amaze) me!