Last night when Jack was getting in the car, I said, “Buckle up, Buttercup” because I find that to be a delightful thing to say. What I mean is, “GAH! Every time we get in the car, you need to buckle your seat belt, please don’t make me say it every time. Just do it when you get in the car for the love of God.”
Me: Buckle up, Buttercup!
Jack: Mama, didn’t you say that Buttercup was a name you should never call anyone?
Jack: Yeah, you did.
Me: No, why would I say that? I think it’s a sweet name, and I could sing you a whole song about it. If your aunt and uncle were here we could do a choreographed song and dance routine.
Jack: Maybe the bad word was Butterhead.
Me: Ummm, yeah, don’t say that.
Jack: Yeah, that’s it, it definitely had “cup” in it.