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Yesterday Tess & Jack were jumping around and playing, having a great time. I was very proud of them – they’re getting to the point where they actually want to play with each other, which takes some pressure off me to try and come up with games everyone can play. This is why we had a second child, you know, to relieve the pressure.

So Jack jumps up and accidentally bumps Tess. She turns to him and says, “You. . . pickle. . . dick!”

It took me a second to process what I just heard and wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. Do I point out that this word she used is naughty, or just ignore it? I know it’s just her putting funny words together, but sometimes naughty words are funny too. Until they are screamed at full volume in a crowded grocery store. When Jack repeated it, however, I had to address it.

“Tess, where did you hear that word?”  I have never said that. Not my style.

“Nowhere. It just rhymes.”

“Oh, okay. Well, let’s try not to say that again, okay? Try another rhyme.”  Thank Pete she didn’t ask why.

Meanwhile, Jack is running around the house squealing “Pickle Dick!” and laughing like a maniac. This is my life.

Mint-Cucumber Mojitos

Squeeze the lime quarters into a highball glass, and drop the limes into the glass. Add the mint leaves and sugar. Muddle well with the back of a spoon or with a muddler. Place the cucumber slices into the glass, and fill with ice cubes. Pour in the rum, then top off with club soda. Stir gently and serve.

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