At dinner, Chicken was making those “ew gross” noises at the idea of people kissing: namely, the idea of her parents kissing.
“Hey!” I told her, opening my mouth without thinking (per usual), “if your parents didn’t kiss, you wouldn’t even be here right now.”
But instead of opening a Pandora’s Box of exciting! new! awkward! questions, she chose to become defensive. “Mom! That’s not what I meant! It’s just gross if you kiss in public.”
“That’s right,” Flathead said supportively. “Chicken doesn’t like PDA.”
“PDA?” asked Chicken. “What’s PDA?”
Flathead, much quicker than I, offered up: “Pizza…delivery…um…”
“System!” I declared proudly.
“Um, Mom? System doesn’t even begin with an ‘A.'”
Okay, so she’s six years old and smarter than her mom. But let’s just say I didn’t set the bar all that high.