We were driving along one day and Carmen was in the back playing with her toys. She babbled along, as she usually does with them. She creates stories with her dolls.
Lately she’s been talking about magic and super powers, which makes me geek soul sing to the high heavens!
She abruptly interrupted her session looked up and said:
Mama, excuse me. When I get home can I watch that show? With the dogs and the car?
Which show, Sweetie?
With the dogs and the car. The car named [Asshole].
We both looked at each other and started laughing to the point we were in tears. So, we did what any reasonable parent would do. We asked her to repeat herself. Somewhat to be sure, but mostly for our own amusement.
What’s the car’s name again? Asshole?
Yes, mama. His name is [Asshole].
His name is Asshole? Are you sure?
Yes, papi! His name is [Asshole].
Long story short… the car’s name wasn’t Asshole.
It was Axle. He’s a magic car from the Leap Frog series. Needless to say, I spent the next two days trying to correct her speech. This coming from an ex-New York(ah). It was a tall task, I tell ya.
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