Every night Alexis ends her day by sitting with me up in her room reading stories. Sometimes she reads, sometimes I read, sometimes we end up playing and no one reads, we just go with it. Just a few minutes ago, we were sitting in her chair together having just finishing a book. She looked up at me, grinned, and said:

"Sh@t"

Plain as day. She said a word that has never fallen out of my mouth (oh my, that's a funny, funny joke). I looked at her, she looked at me.

"Sh@t"

At that point, I muttered, "I am going to kill your father." I don't think he would bother to deny that he has been known to let loose some words that may not be appropriate for the Dora crowd.

"Sh@t"

On the third repeat, I began preparing my weapons. I started up the Nagometer, grabbed a few heavy objects, and set my laser-beam eyes to kill. Just as I was about to summons the soon to be Dead Daddy, Little Miss Cuss tugged at her shirt. Hmmm. A familiar bit of symbolism. I thought for a moment, then said, "Shirt?"

"Yes! Sh@t!"

Sign Language just saved Daddy's life.