Like many couples, Hubby Nugget and I indulge in funny catchphrases, words, intonations, etc., peppered throughout our conversations. Enter the tiny brain sponge. I knew the silly sayings and colorful language might come back to haunt us, but hey, at the time she couldn’t speak, so what’s the harm.
Well let me tell you, people, our girl has glommed onto “That’s Hot!” like stink on a monkey. We actually taught her that phrase to let her know not to touch hot stuff. But apparently she’s caught on to our multiple usage of the word “hot”. Last night she said to me, and I shit you not: “I pee-pee! That’s Hot!”
God help us.