Me: Good morning, Olive!
Olive: (giggling) I'm about to get medieval on your hiney!"
Husband: She just said...
Me: Oh I heard her.
Turns out she had no idea what a "hiney" is, but she does know all the lyrics to this:
She sang it all the way home for my dad today. To quote him directly, "Damn, she can be a lot of fun when she's not doing time in the naughty nicho." True dat.
We all agree, it's a nice change after a two year obsession (shared by her brother) with alternate lyrics, supplied by their father, to Cake's "Never There"
You never wear, your underwear!
You never, ever wear your underwear!
Dun dun dun dun dun dun HEY!
Yeah. Awesome when they break out in song at a restaurant.
Or that Sublime song she and her brother swear has a reference to male genitalia. (It does not!) Or that James' "Laid" is currently getting heavy play on satellite radio and the baby is in luv. Eeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeee!
I can't wait until she discovers her new favorite Pink song unbleeped in my workout mix.