My kids managed to pick up one of those lovely sayings that I’ve so enjoyed NOT hearing since they are homeschooled and a bit more sheltered from such things.
“How old are you?”
“What color is the sky?”
“Momma blew up! Isn’t that funny?”
Oh, so funny.
Eden, coming at me with the real version, got a little lesson in dynamite and the like.
“What does to blow up mean, Eden?”
“To poop your pants and leak.”
“Umm, that’s a blow out. But I’m glad you think that I pooped my pants and you aren’t wishing me dead.”