Kenzie, our little sailor . . .

I write that because our dear little girl is starting to cuss like one.

She is living up to her middle name (Scout) to the fullest.  One of my favorite scenes in literature is when Scout and her family are seated at Christmas dinner at her stoic Aunt Alexandra's.  Scout's uncle Jack is there as well.  Scout doesn't think twice when she turns to Jack and asks, "Can you pass the damn ham?"

Of course, Jack is mortified.

Scout's father, Atticus, just ignores it believing that it is just a phase she is going through (he tells his brother that Scout has been cursing fluently for a week) and if they don't pay it any attention, she'll cease to cuss.

Still, it makes for a hilarious scene.

Last night Kenz, Kristie, and I were watching TV when Kenz boldly stated, "Holy shit balls!"

Initially, Kristie and I were so shocked, we didn't know what to say.

I told her that she shouldn't talk like that while Kristie looked aghast and then also cautioned her against speaking like that.

Just a few minutes later, Kenzie declared, "Holy!"

Kris and I waited for those other two words to follow, but they didn't.

Then Kenz grinned that nefarious grin and states, "I didn't say 'shit balls'!"