Conversation at breakfast
Stinky bottom, stinky bottom, stinky bottom
Samuel, can you please not say that?
Because I don't like potty words.
Ok, but guess what?
I'm saying it over and over in my mind. I can't get in trouble for that, right?
No, I guess not.
Now, I'm saying a really, really, really bad word in my mind. Want to know what it is?
No, not really.
Ok, what did you say?
Stupid. That's really bad, right?
I'm glad that stupid is as bad as it gets. Soon, I'll be longing for the innocent days when stupid was bad.