At a certain age, children start to swear. Not on purpose (that comes later), but through simple sound mangling. This week, Louisette started to say, “Sock”. Except of course she didn’t quite get it right. I tried to correct her, and help her get it right before she starts yelling naughty things at the post office.
“Ssssssssock,” I said.
“Ssssssscock,” she said.
Good try, sweetheart. Good try.