Either I’m a genius or I’ll live to regret this.
But there has been a marked dwindling in my three-year-old’s enduring passion for the word ‘stupid’ since this exchange today.
-Can I have juice, Mammy?
-No, Beineán.
-But I want juice!
-Water or milk.
-I. Want. JUICE.
-Water or milk.
-Water is stupid! Milk is stupid!
-So … stupid water, or stupid milk?
PAUSE.
-Stupid millk, please.
-Here’s your stupid milk.
-Thank you very much. I LOVE *stupid* milk.