I can't wait until Jill is old enough to understand inappropriate jokes. Especially the ones she inadvertently makes.
Her obsession with the word "Ho" began shortly after Christmas. It started with a piece of Christmas scrapbook paper with "Ho, Ho, Ho" printed across it over and over. She cut the paper into small pieces, and handed one to me.
"That's for you, mama." She slipped me a piece of paper that simply said, "Ho." She giggled. "It's funny, huh?"
I was a little taken aback. How did she know that was funny? She is seven! But alas, she had no clue. She went on to explain how it was funny, 'cause it was no longer Christmas. I still got called a ho several more times that day, and the paper is proudly tucked into the corner of our dry erase board by the desk. I imagine that I will frame it, and give it to her for graduation or some such with something along the lines of "As you go out into the world, don't be a Ho." It would be a little joke between us, but for now, it is just her favorite thing to say and incorporate into games.
Today, Kenny came home with the trailer instead of going to the shop. I walked out front with him while he unloaded some tools. Meanwhile, inside the house the girls got involved in some game that somewhat resembled leapfrog. One person crawled under the other person's legs. They were mid-turn when I walked back into the house.
"Hey mama! Watch us! We are playing Limbo Hos!"
I giggled. This only egged her on. "One person is the limbo-er and the other is the ho. The person with their legs spread is the ho!"
No! Really?! At least I won't have to teach her that lesson when she gets older.