Nearly every other time I go to pick Sophie up from her little preschool class, her teacher laughs and says "Sophie, tell your mommy what you said today!"
I brace myself. The first time I actually cringed, fully expecting to hear one of my expletives come out of Sophie's mouth. Hoping not to be disgraced, but fulled loaded with a defense about her older cousin's potty mouth, Wondering if she said the big F word or a nice Jee-zus Christ?! this is a church preschool after all.
Luckily it's been none of those so far.
The first story was the day her teacher bent over and Sophie lovingly came up, smacked her bum, and says "I got your boo-tay!"
And she amused them another time when she stuck her hand up her dress and announced she was "getting her wedgie out."
At least she knows all the appropriate terms for body parts (boo-tay) and will understand why Mommy wears a thong (you don't everr have to pull out your wedgie).
Thank goodness her teachers have a sense of humor!!
They think she is hysterical.
This week when Sophie told them all about the weiner dog, Oscar, staying with us they taught all the children the Oscar Meyer Weiner song!

I might just have to invite those crazy preschool teachers out for a beer night!
Then I can tell them all about Sophie's "hangovers."