I was putting Lindy down for bed tonight. I set her in the crib, and grabbed her pillow for her. (It’s actually a stuffed shirt, but that’s a story for another time.)
So, I laid it out, upside down as it turns out.
Lindy: Silly freakin‘ Daddy, that’s not how it goes.
Lindy: Silly freakin’ Daddy.
Tim: Uh, Lindy, we don’t use that word.
Lindy: I just like you.