Cereal Killer

The other day, we had an attack of the Ants. The Breadwinner rescued us by spraying bug spray and placing ant traps. As The Breadwinner was spraying, The Princess asked him, "What are you doing Daddy?". Of course, The Breadwinner responded, "I'm killing the ants."

Little did I know that this observation and conversation with my daughter would inflict horror upon us days later... Here are some snippets of the bewildering conversations in the past few weeks:

• "Mommy, the kitty cats got vomit on the floor. Daddy's going to kill them."
• "Baby Brother is touching my toys. I'm going to kill him"
• "Baby Brother dropped the Cheerios on the floor. He just killed them"

"Kill" is now a "bad" word in this household until further notice. Along with "Shut up" and "Died". Anyone that uses these words gets put in the naughty corner (courtesy of Supernanny)--including mommy or daddy.