"I hate school," The Birdy says. She's three. (She actually loves school, or at least says she does when I pick her up.)
"No, you don't," I say. "You don't hate school. You LOVE school! School is awesome!"
"Can I stay home with you?" she says.
"No," I say. "Tomorrow you get to stay home with me though. It's Thursday. We'll clean the house."
There is a long silence from the back of the car. I look in the mirror, and she's frowning and squirming. Finally she says, "The hell*? With what? Our TONGUES?"
*Yes, I know I shouldn't laugh at my kids when they swear, but sometimes it's just funny.