“Open the mucking door!”
Kalyra pounded on the door, hoping her words of magic would open it. We had been sitting outside in the chilly wind, waiting for someone to come home so we could be let inside. Craig had taken my car keys to work with the house key on it and I was left stranded.
“What did you just say?”
“Open the mucking door!” she replied.
The mucking door? Is she trying to say what I think she’s trying to say?
“Mucking door? What does mucking mean?”
“Umm. I don’t know, just mucking” she shrugged her shoulders.
“Where have you heard that word before?”
She just looked at me with that look trying to work out from my face how she should answer the question.
“I don’t know. It’s just mucking.”
Either my daughter is a genius and knows that she if just replaces the ‘f’ with an ‘m’ she can get away with a pretty unique version of an adults only word…
she has misheard us say fucking for mucking, even though those sounds aren’t really cousins.
I think I’ll take genius. And I think we better be more careful what we say around those clever little perceptive ears of hers.