Lately, my daughter has had a lot to say...

some of it not so awesome.

Really? REALLY?

She called my breasts sloppy. Yes, sloppy.

When pressed on the subject, I realized that she meant floppy. Because that is sooooo much better. I bit the inside of my lip rather than going on a rant as to how my breasts entered such a state, namely her constant feeding for the first 11 months of life! But that's not the worst of it.

F is for Fudge Sake

The "F"-word has entered her vernacular. Yep! Remember this scene from "A Christmas Story"?

That's how it has been at my house -- she's not saying "fudge". Most of the time, I know she thinks it's hilarious but she says “it is unappropriate (sic) hilarious!” 

😂😂😂

And for the piece de resistance..

Little Diva, "Mommy, can we watch Jeopardy every day?"