"Come rest ye filthy gentlemen," she reads from her library book, Eloise at Christmatime, this afternoon."Wha?!?" says Mommy. "What kind of gentlemen?"
"Filthy," she repeats. "It's filthy."
"Um...maybe we should sound that one out?" she suggests.
"Fil...thy," she confirms.
"Hmm...can I get a spelling on that?" Mommy asks.
"F-a-i-t-h-f-u-l," she recites. "Filthy."
[Oh, baby...no.]
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Classic.
Awesome. Thanks for the laugh.
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