Two snippets of Hayley talk today:

While having lunch, Hayley requested that I put on “the Buffy songs” or as it’s more commonly known, the soundtrack for “Once More With Feeling” (which is still one of my favorite Buffy episodes, by the way). When it got to the song “Walk Through the Fire” she sat singing along and then after Buffy sang “so I will walk through the fire” she stopped and looked at me pensively.

“Buffy shouldn’t walk through the fire Mommy, because it will burn her.”

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When George calls male friends, he has a habit of asking, “so what are you doing? Nothing? Just playing with your monkey?” Playing with your monkey is one of his favorite euphimisms for, well, you know.

Today I went in the bathroom for a second and Hayley was playing with one of her phones across the hall in her bedroom and I heard this:

“Hi! Hi. I’m good. How are you? So are you playing with your monkey?”

It took all my self-control to not fall off the toilet. I’m just glad that she doesn’t actually understand what she’s saying. And I don’t want to know who she was pretending to talk to.