Yesterday we took our standard poodle puppy, Tabasco, to be clipped for the first time. He looked quite different post-haircut! Later that day, when Ember was pretending to be a puppy and eating her cornflakes from a bowl on the floor, she said to me:
Em: Tabasco had a nice hair cut didn't he Mummy?
Me: Yes, he did.
Em: Not a cracky one.
Me: Not a what?
Em: He had a nice haircut, not a cracky one.
From the cheeky grin on her face, I'm pretty sure she thought she was saying 'crappy'.
Me: Oh yes. Where did you hear that word?
Me: Really? Who said that in Rotorua?
Em: Nana Jay! And I say "No, Nana. That's toilet talk." Bum bum, poo poo. That's toilet talk too.
They're charming creatures aren't they?! I guess it's all Nana's fault ;-)