Parker is talking into a walkie-talkie with a friend. His older brother is standing beside him. I am in the kitchen getting a drink.
Parker: “Come on over, I am wearing something sexy.” (while moving his hips)
Me: Look over in wonder/amazement.
Older Brother: “What the heck is sexy?”
Parker: “I dunno – I think it has something to do with taxi’s?”
Me: Where did you learn the word sexy?
Parker: Zoey 101.
No more “family” tv for him…or taxi’s for that matter.
OY! Don’t you just hate that word? I do. Everything is “hot” or “sexy”.