My son has a hard time saying "juice" clearly, but I sure knew what he said when he told me the jump he took on his run bike tonight was "wicked redonkulous".
I admit, when I only had one polite, happy, gentle little girl to raise, I may have rolled my eyes at people with little boys that wrecked things and yelled. Then I had a son. I now know, it is NOT the parents.
Although, now I wonder if I had the little boy that could put all others to shame.