During bath time when I was babysitting my 4 year old grand-fabulous-daughter Ava the other night, she started squeezing all the water out of her baby brother Lucas's bath toys. She said, "I need to do this to get all the cow-dew out of them."
"Cow-dew?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "Cow-dew. Look! See that black stuff! Cow-Dew!"
"Oh. That's mildew." I said.
"Yeah," Ava said. "Mildew."
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Tonight when I was babysitting Ava, she was telling me about rehearsing for her Christmas program.
"The teacher kept asking us to be quiet and we tried to be quiet, but sometimes we kept talking," she told me.
"You know you have to listen when the teacher says to be quiet, right?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "One time the teacher came and sat by us on the pubes so we would be quiet."
Since she goes to a Methodist preschool, I'm going to assume she meant pews instead of pubes and leave it at that.