*This post is being guest-written by my husband, Chris.*
So my little girl and I were delegated to go to the grocery store while my wife and oldest daughter went clothes shopping. Usually this is a pretty good trade off. Tonight it was a good one for a whole new reason.
We did our shopping and it was rather uneventful. She wanted to push the cart. That was fine. It just means that I need to stay on a little higher alert than normal because the feeling of a cold hard grocery cart running up the back of your Achilles tendon is one that I can live without... again. :( She did pretty well and we were still both able to walk by the time we were done. I decided to push as we headed out into the parking lot.
As we're walking out to the car my daughter looks up at me and starts a conversation something like this:
Hannah: Wow, the cart is so quiet here! (She tends to notice how loud the carts are at most
places on our way to the car because she's only a little taller than the cart)
Me: Yeah they made the asphalt pretty smooth here didn't they.
After a slight pause Hannah looks up at me and says...
Hannah: Daddy, why don't they make the assfart smooth everywhere?
After slight pause to process in my mind what I thought I just heard, and the welling tears of laughter. In the most smooth, calm and uneffected voice I could muster I, of course, have to be sure she said what I thought I heard.
Me: What did you just call the ground here?
Hannah: (said in the most matter of fact voice possible) Assfart.
Luckily it was dark and she couldn't see the tears just about to stream down my face as I try to keep it together and tell her what the blacktop is truly called.
Gotta love it when your kids don't quite get what you're saying and they "improvise".