Scene: We are all gathered around the table eating dinner. From our table we can view much of our neighborhood street.
H: Looks like our neighbors are playing Corn Hole again.
TD: DADDY! Don’t say that word. That word is a bad word! Corn Hole is baaad!!!!
I almost spew my food and snort with laughter as she continues to mutter under her breath about how Daddy shouldn’t use such bad language.
