So, we were driving home from Paige and Ryan's and I was suffused with a glow of neighborliness, the feeling that really good friends are looking out for us and taking care of us while Drew is gone, when all of a sudden I heard from the back seat:
"Dammit."
"Rachel," I said sternly. "That's a bad word. You really shouldn't use it. Mommy shouldn't, either."
She was quiet for half a minute and then said, "fart."
I had to suppress my laughter and tell her that was a bad word, too.
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