Sunday, Lo's guy-friend J came over to play. They spent some time running around in the sprinkler, rushing the season, and then I fed them a sliced apple and cheese singles (Let's say it was a healthy snack by choice and not because it was all I had in the house). As they picnicked on the front stoop, deep in conversation, I messed around in the yard, turning off the hose, picking up Biggy's toys, etc. Then I tried to squeeze by them to go back in the house:
Lo: Is beaver-hole a bad word?
TR: [befuddled, speechless]
Lo: Is it?
TR: Where did you hear that?
J: I heard it on South Park.
TR: Hmmm... Yeah, I'd have to say that is DEFINITELY a bad word.
Lo: Well, what does it mean?
J: My brother said if you say that word, it's bad against your mother.
TR: Smart boy.
Lo: What does it mean?
TR: It's an ugly word for a woman's private parts. It's insulting. Let's never say it again.
J: What if I really see a beaver going in a hole?
TR: You might try 'beaver house' instead.
Satisfied we'd settled the issue, I went to find Georgia so we could laugh about it together. I found her in the kitchen:
TR: Lo just asked me if beaver-hole is a bad word.
Georgia: Is it?
TR: George!!! You know---beaver?
Georgia: What does that mean?
TR: [gesturing like Vanna White]