Today, Francis turns 4. She awoke this morning to find streamers, balloons, and birthday banner in her bedroom -- constructed by Sally as Francis slept. She's in for a big surprise tonight. We're going to Kiddieland.
The girl is really growing up. For example, from the backseat a few days ago, she said:
"F you, guys."
Sally and I looked at each other, startled. We had been noticing that Francis picks up saucy language at school, but so far it's been of the "nanny nanny boo boo" variety. Hearing an actual F-bomb, even an implied/truncated one, from our 3.95 year old was very troubling.
What did you say, Francis?
"'F,' you guys," she said, as she pointed to the capital "F" in the book she was reading.
Oh. I see.