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I love a child’s literal understanding of words. Case in point: Today Olivia overheard someone tell me he was going to go home and heat up some spaghetti because “for a little redneck chicky, [name deleted for the sake of propriety] was a damn good cook”.

“She should put some honey on it,” commented Olivia.

“I don’t think that would taste very good,” I told her.

“No, on her red neck. To make it feel better,” she explained.

I didn’t even try to tell her what he meant. Some things are better left unsaid.