So a week or so ago Steven was switching out the faucets in our bathrooms. He was laying on the floor with his head under the sink swearing quietly when Valerie walked in.
"Hey baby" he says. "What do you think of the new faucets? "
"I think they are sexy" she says.
My husband promptly drops his wrench, bangs his head on the sink, sits up and says "What did you say?"
"I think it is sexy"
"Do you even know what that word means?"
"You know Daddy, fancy"
"That word does NOT mean fancy. Don't say it again please."
and off she goes skipping down the hall completely unaware of the damage she did to her poor father's heart.