As Alexis and I sat on the couch pouring through photos from Disney World, the clock struck 8:00. I knew that I needed to change the TV channel, but the remote was waaaaay over there, so instead of finding more mundane (but kid-safe) viewing, I just let it be. I am L-A-Z-Y. Plus, we were pretty focused on our mission of finding our favorite photo of Mickey Party, so I wasn't too terribly worried that some grown-up show was on. The TV was nothing more than a little bit of background noise, the sort of soundtrack to our evening.

It took Alexis and I about 10 minutes to find it, but we finally decided on our favoritest photo of her and Minnie Mouse dancing. As I worked my way over to photo editing software, I heard the word come blaring through the TV speakers.

"Bitch."

An isolated, loud curse.

Well, OK, so I don't particularly find that word to be offensive, but it's not really a word that I need to have in Alexis' vocabulary. She already does a sufficient job of fighting with her daycare best friend (one minute they are hugging, the next they are beating the crap out of each other until they are separated and put in time out), and I can just imagine how well Alexis yelling, "Knock it off, bitch!" would go.

As a litany of four letter words and panic streamed through my head, Alexis pondered the word her alert little ears had heard.

"Bitch?" she said hesitantly.

"Bitch," her confidence increased.

My head exploded. I desperately tried to shove piles of crap out of my way so that I could get to the remote before the language could get any worse.

"Bitch? Bitch. Bitch! BITCH!" Alexis continued to try the word on for size.

"Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch!" apparently she really liked how the word fit.

Finally, I made my way to the power button on the TV, and then carefully adjusted my facial expression as I turned to face Alexis.

She hadn't noticed my freak out.

She was too busy playing with her new word.

*Phew!*

I can only imagine just how fun she would have thought the word was if she had caught the OMG-I-CAN'T-BELIEVE-YOU-JUST-CUSSED-I'M-GOING-TO-HELL look that was on my face when she first dropped her little bomb.

Now, let's just hope she FORGETS about her new little word for a very, very, very long time.