Ruby has become fascinated with rhymes. At bedtime, we play a rhyming game where one of us says a word and the other comes up with a rhyme.
At lunch, Ruby had a play date with her peanut butter. The result was a lovely peanut butter finger painting on the plate and two gooey, disgusting hands. I carried her to the bathroom sink and gave her explicit instructions to touch nothing, and she responded by immediately resting both hands on the edge of the sink and squishing them around.
Me: I am so close to throwing a major fit right now.
Me: (under my breath) Shit.
Ruby: Hey! Mom! Shit rhymes with fit!
Me: Yes, it does.
Ruby: Shit and fit! They rhyme! Isn't that just crazy?
Me: It is!
Ruby: But little kids don't say shit, right mom?
Me: That's right. "Shit" is a grownup word. Only grownups can say it.
Ruby: I can only say "shit" in the bathroom, right, mom?
Me: That's right, but only when you're alone.
Ruby: Can you go out of here so I can say shit and fit?
Me: Let's just get this peanut butter off your hands. Hey! What rhymes with hands?
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