Backseat storytelling

Yesterday we were driving home from dinner, and Charlie is in the back planning a mission. He was naming off all the things he needs for his mission... milk, a yo-yo, helmet, cheese, mickey mouse cards, a playhouse. He yelled at me to "grab that stop sign!" as we're driving. I asked him why he needed all that.

"In case I fall off a clit."

I was too shocked to respond at first. In a minute, I asked again. He, again, told me it was in case he falls off a clit. I had to ask him what a clit was, and he goes on to tell me about the girl who fell on "slippy rocks" and fell off the clit. I Shouldn't Be Alive is his *favorite* show. So I realized... he was talking about falling off a CLIFF (which is a real danger in Florida, ya know).

And there you have the toddler mispronunciation of the day.