Zoe: No!! Daddy, no!! I don't want to break it. Then we'll have to fix it. Don't break the hammock!
Later, that same night.
Dad: Whoa, what a killer storm!
Zoe: W.h.a.t.!!?? What's killing??
One afternoon while driving in traffic, a car pulls out dangerously in front of us.
Mom: Dude!
Zoe: You can only say "dood" if you have to go to the toilet!
And yes, I am aware that in an earlier post I wondered innocently where Zoe may have picked up the word "dude." I primarily blamed our friends Ed and Elaine or possibly Scott. I am shamed in to the recognition that it may have been me.
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