I was feeding the girls dinner really early today, because they woke up from naps REALLY crabby.
Aubrey (4) and Emma (3) were wrestling in the floor, as usual and I called them to come eat….
Emma (to Aubrey): I’m going to eat my dinner, PUNK!
Me: *Sigh* Emma, what did you say?
Emma(with a completely straight face): I’m going to eat my dinner, punk.
Me: What does that mean?
Emma: I’m going to eat my dinner.
Me: Punk doesn’t sound very nice, where did you learn that word?
Emma: At my ‘kool.
So….anybody know of a good military PRE-school? Apparently ours is teaching all manner of slang…