Granny called me today to tattle on Marlee...
"Marlee just walked into the kitchen and said 'Dat fuckin dog! She got in da God damn toy-yit papah again!'. Jen, who do you think she's heard say that?"
"Um... I have no idea... Did you tell her she can't say that anymore?"
"Yes, but I had a hard time keeping a straight face. She's definitely your child!"
(hysterical laughing on my end)
"I have to say, I'm kind of proud of her for using those bad words in the right context though!"
"Me too, Mom! Me, too!"
Then, in what I'm assuming is the most inappropriate but not surprising punishment a 4 year old can dish out, this happened:
That dark line is blue Sharpie. How the hell do you get Sharpie OUT OF THE DOG?!