I'm a big girl, stupid.

Ah, Beastie. You knew it was coming, another Beastie story. Just wait till The Babe is talking - then I'll have two to provide fodder for my little blog.

So. Beastie and I are talking, and I say to her, affectionately, "Are you Momma's big girl?"

She furrowed her brows. "No. I'm Daddy's big girl, stupid."

I turned my face so she wouldn't see me laughing. I don't know where she got "stupid," especially as a pronoun. We don't use that word much, and when we do, it's an adjective, as in "the stupid dryer ate another baby sock."

I controlled my laughter and turned back to Beastie. "That is not a nice word," I said. "We don't say 'stupid,' okay?"

"Not a nice word?" she asked.

"No," I said. "Stupid is not nice. When you feel mad, you need to find another word to use."

"Another word?" she asked.

"Yes. Don't say 'stupid.' That makes people feel sad. Use another word."


So now, when she's mad at me, instead of calling me "stupid," she calls me "word."