I'm stoned....

Today was an odd day. My lovely potty trained little girl decided to become un-trained. I was sitting in my big chair on the laptop, reading blogs of course, when I smell something. You all have vivid enough imaginations to guess what it may be. She comes up to me and says "mommy I pooped". What the hell???? Why do they backslide?

I cleaned her up then sat her down to talk to her, calmly I might add. I asked her why she was having accidents. Her response? "I'm stoned". Now, where she came up with this one is a mystery. My husband and I haven't touched pot in like 7 or 8 years. We do not talk about getting stoned, nor does anyone I know... I think. Anyways, I call my dear husband and calmly inform him of our daughters new word all the while wondering where she heard it. Just to be sure I heard right, I asked again. Same response.

Now I may say the f word and some other expletives that she has repeated, and I know that is MY fault. I could almost care less about her saying damn, or shit, or even the f bomb. It is this one that worries me the most. Is that crazy? First I worry about how or where she heard it, second, what if she says it out in public? When I asked her where she heard that word, she said me. Ummm, NO!