Since I am such a threatening authoritarian that my child laughs out loud and gives me a blatant "as IF" expression when I make threats of impending corporal punishment, I am free to say, as I did today, things like, "Bella, you better knock that off right now...if I catch you, I'm gonna give you such a WHIPPIN'!"
To which she gets right in my face and replies, "Mommy, we don't say whippin'. We say WHUPPIN."
Touche', little Southern gal. That we do. Don't know what came over me.
Also, just now, when her father referred to her as "a three-foot tornado," she hollered back across the room at him, "Daddy! I am NOT a three-foot potato!"
And we have heat. In, like, EVERY room. I may actually take a shower now, knowing I won't freeze afterward.