I have corrupted my kid beyond all reason. Today, on the way home from school, I grumbled about "all the farking road work", and she cracked herself up.

"Thought that was funny, huh?"

"YEAH! It sounded like you said 'fart' and...uh..."

"Like 'fart' and the really bad word?"

"YEAH!" More insane giggling. Then, after a pause: "Mom. 'Fart and the Bad Word' is an awesome name for a band."

I don't even know what to say, other than possibly apologizing to the world.

Also, my son just put his plate on my keyboard. Apparently two bananas as a snack are not enough. So now he is eating an apple and I am Googling that damn "Apples and Bananas" song, which is fine, except when the kid sees the YouTube homepage he starts singing "Woo Hoo" by the 5678s.

This is also my fault.

They are, of course, brilliant and beautiful, but there is no denying that they are also a little strange. There is also no denying that it's partly to do with their father, who has through example taught his son to walk by Mommy in the kitchen and smack her on the butt. I suppose the sole consolation here is that neither of them are in the habit of doing so and yelling, "WOMAN WHERE IS MY DINNER?"

It's the little things, really.