Frickin' Good

I'm still working on sorting through and editing all of our vacation photos, so in the meantime, I thought I'd share a little exchange that Anna and I had this morning over breakfast.

Scene: The kitchen table. Anna uses the honey dip stick to saturate her oatmeal and blueberries with honey. She takes a bite.

Anna (in her sweet little voice): This oatmeal is frickin' good.

Me (believing with all my heart that I misheard her): WHAT?

Anna (smiling): This oatmeal is frickin' good.

Me (as always, stifling a laugh in situations like this): Where did you hear that?

Anna: I dunno.

I decided, as I have in other situations, to ignore it. Most likely, because she does not hear this word around our house (very often if at all), she won't use it again I hope! Seriously, though, Blake says she must have heard it from us, but I tend to use "shoot" or "crap" or it's four-letter version when I'm flustered. This has just never been one of my go-to words.

Hearing this come out of her mouth with her sing-song-y voice in such seriousness was priceless. It's one I wish I had on video.