My Daughter the Class Clown / Geek

I know this isn't really outing related, but since the last posting has been there since August, I figured you'd read just about anything by now. So here it is.

Let me preface this by saying that I know Alan and I are bad parents. Last night we were watching Corner Gas and Oscar (who is Paige's favourite tv character) was talking. For a couple of weeks she has already been mimicking him when he says, "Stop it" and it's really funny. It's a really deep, raspy grunt not befitting of a dainty 19 month old at all. Well last night in between bites of chicken primavera, she picked up another of his favourite words. Jackass. But it was more like "Jack...ass". At first Alan and I thought she said jacket, but then we realized what she was saying (and this is where we fail all the Dr. Phil tests) and we started killing ourselves laughing. And the more we laughed, the more she said it.

Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.

Until she too was laughing so hard that she had to pause to push the broccoli back in her mouth.

Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.
Jack...ass.

I had visions of me being called down to the Principal's office in a couple of years.

But as quick as it started, she let it go again and she never said it again all night. And then my proudest moment as a mother ever came. Paige threw a temper tantrum and wouldn't go to bed without her calculator. There's hope for her yet. I'm not sure about Alan and I.