Later in the dinner preparation, I opened the fridge again, and Lucy was right behind me. She peeked around me at the shelves lined with newly purchased food and said very quietly something that sounded an awful lot like a curse. I was surprised, half because I wasn't sure she was anywhere around when I swore just before, and half because she was mimicking me so exactly down to the tone and volume of my voice!
I looked at her and said, "What? What did you say?" figuring that this was a good opportunity to explain that we don't say that word and Mommy was sorry and won't do it again. But then she looked up at me and she said "No shirts. No shirts inna fridge."
"Ah. Ah yes... Well. There are no shirts in the fridge, you're right."
And just like that I'm off the hook. Just because she misunderstood.
Time to take careful watch over my mouth, though. Next time I'm sure I won't be so lucky. That girl doesn't miss much.