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You'd think that by this point, having been parents for nearly five years, that we might have learned to watch what we say around the girls, that their little sponge-like brains absorb almost everything they hear. Especially given that Kelsey's almost five and very bright — and frequently prone to parrot-like behavior.

You might think that, but you'd be incorrect. Lessons not yet learned.

The other night while supper was cooking, rintrahroars asked me about my preferred term for male genitalia (thanks largely due to qwrrty's poll, pun not intended but certainly recognized). The discussion itself wasn't the problem; Kelsey only wandered in during the last part when we were talking about the term “junk,” a fairly innocuous word without the bawdy context. But discussing the word “junk,” however, led to some debate on the merits of the Saturday Night Live “Junk In A Box” video, a phrase which Kelsey thought fairly silly, but she didn't seem to think it silly enough to merit further attention-paying and she wandered off to play in some other room.

But the thing with Kelsey... she has a really fantastic memory, especially for words.

Cut to later that night:

At bedtime, the words “junk” and “box” again came up (and again from Terry; I'm blaming this particular incident entirely on her). And this time, overtired Kelsey seized the moment. “Junk in a box <manic giggling>!”

And as loud as she could manage: “I'VE GOT JUNK IN MY BOX!”

You know how when your child says something inappropriate, you shouldn't make too big a deal out of it so they don't get that attention reward for poor behavior? Yeah, that didn't work out so well this time, what with the tremendous amounts of embarrassed laughter we were completely failing to suppress.