This past Thursday, after each of the kids had their weekly dance class, we treated them out for dinner at an Italian fast food restaurant. Near the end of the meal Ginger asked Lisa the following question:
"Do you like piss?"
Everyone stopped eating in shock. "What did you say?" Lisa asked.
"Do you like piss?" she repeated. LuLu started giggling and Smiley was living up to his nickname.
Ginger, for her part, couldn't understand what all the fuss was about and was getting angry. "Do you like piss? Lot's of people like piss. Stop laughing! Dad likes to eat piss, lots of people eat piss!"
LuLu and Smiley were laughing outright by that point, and Lisa, mindful of the people dining nearby, was frantically trying to quiet Ginger while at the same time understand what she was saying.
(YaYa was involved in a frantic text back and forth regarding an upcoming school dance and was oblivious until we repeated the story. Pre-teens. Sigh).
Finally, it dawned on me.
"Fish? Are you trying to say 'fish'?"
Ginger's shoulders sagged with relief. "Yes. Piss, like the little pissies that swim in the ocean."
Yes. Just like the little pissies that swim in the ocean. :)