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I never write posts about the things my kid says, but this particular instance relates directly to my blog. Today, Sequoia read the post I just wrote about our first night in Luxembourg. Afterward, she said, “You should write more things like that.”
“I do, Sequoia. That’s what I do.”
With excellent taste, she asked to read some more of my posts. Suddenly she looked up from reading and asked, “Why did you write ‘What the fuck is wrong with these people?'”
I was DYING. My husband asked what was so funny.
Sequoia: “Mommy wrote, ‘What the fuck is wrong with these people?'”
I cannot begin to tell you what this sounds like coming out of my 7-year-old’s mouth. I fell off the bed laughing. My skinned knee is now throbbing.
Me: “Sequoia, you shouldn’t say that word.”
Sequoia: “Then WHY DID YOU WRITE IT?”
Fair enough.
Same kid: Today I told her to stand by the Easter Bunny sign for a picture. What does she do? Give it bunny ears.
