A week or so ago I was driving up with the kids to LA to see my parents and was listening to talk radio (something I rarely do when Curran is in the car with me). I know that the show I listen to isn't very uplifting and sometimes has some pretty crude stuff--but it can be quite entertaining as well. So I was listening in--thinking Lola was asleep in the backseat. The guy on the radio was talking about who-knows-what and made his final point by yelling "Bastards!". Lola perks up and says "Bastards?" and I respond "Huh?" thinking she would forget what the word was. She continues by yelling it out again and then saying "Ohhhh bastards! Bastards, mommy. Bastards! Hurry!" So I go--"Yeah faster! Mommy goes faster!" And thanked heaven I managed to save myself some future embarrassment by adjusting the meaning of the new word she discovered.
Though I also discovered earlier this week that she listens to EVERYTHING I say when I'm in the car with her. I was cut off by some little old lady in the Ralph's parking lot and I honked my horn. Lola then proceeded to yell "You big dummy!" out the window. I guess there are worse things I could teach her by example.
