Playing Memory tonight (you know, that matching game with the square cardboard picture cards?), Zoe was not doing so well, and I hate to brag, but Jed and I were doing GREAT! Jed started getting a bunch of matches in a row and the following conversation ensued:

Me: "uh oh, Daddy's cleaning up"

Daddy: "woo hoo, I'm beating a 3 year old at a preschooler's game" (or something to that effect, I may be paraphrasing)

Me: "Daddy, you're being mean"

Zoe: "Daddy, you're punching me in the butt"

It took a beat, but I figured out that she meant that he was "kicking her butt" which is a phrase I just recently shouted out in another game earlier this weekend.

The moral of the story is that if Mommy were better at watching her potty mouth, we wouldn't have gems like "punching me in the butt" to laugh at and become a long standing family inside joke. Blerg.