1. Maggie knocks over her cup of rice milk at the dinner table (no, no, no, we haven’t gone vegan or anything, she just really loves it). She looks at it, frowns, and with perfect inflection spits out “Oh, cwap!” I give her a big hug.
  2. Discussing The Onion’s 9/11/01 Special Edition (again at dinner), I try to mumble the issue’s tagline very quickly, so as not to put bad, bad words into the mouth of our little angel. Of course, about 10 seconds later, she happily exclaims “Holy Fucking Shit!”

Luckily, we haven’t yet been forced to explain how this kind of thing can be really funny at home, but extremely unpopular at preschool.