F#%&

F%&*. The other night Kailey was sitting in her highchair eating dinner and drinking her juice. Marcus and I were talking and all of a sudden Kailey starts saying F%^# over and over and over. We stopped, stared at each other with our jaws open, each ready to blame each other for this new special word. Then, I looked at our little angel monkey girl, sitting in her chair so innocently and knew I couldn't have heard what I thought I heard. And what did I see? Kailey (still saying F#%^) smiling at her sippy cup. Anyone know what was on her cup? A FROG with a crown on his head. She was saying FROG. (and was mighty happy about it). FROG. Geez, what else did you think she was saying? Dirty minded people.