Julian, overhearing mine and Sean's game of Rummikub:
"Dad's telling you what's coming. He's foreshadowing."
Jen gives Sean a proud, "get a load of this guy" look and thumb gesture to Julian.
SEAN: That's a pretty great word. I think I learned that word in the 8th grade.
JULIAN: Mom taught it to me.
(Jen nods with pride, and then--)
Pretty soon I'll know the F word.
SEAN: I think foreshadowing is the F word.
Which is funny because Julian has been trying to get it out of us for months even though one time he both heard AND read it because I was watching what I thought was a safe BBC production on the Bronte sisters and had the subtitles on (because, British, sometimes, amiright) and he repeated it right away: "F--- off?" I thought that was it, but somehow it didn't stick (?) But sometimes Sean will give him fake ones and it kills me. "Fiddlesticks, it's fiddlesticks."
Anyway, immediately after this, Julian pulled down his pants and, using his bum cheeks to talk, said in a funny voice, "hello, my name is Jack, what's yours?"
And that's just an example of a typical night at our house.