Have you ever been sitting at Moe's, innocently eating your taco salad, pretending to listen to a 4-year-old trying to spell (Mama, how do you spell Exit? What does P-S-A spell? How do you spell Taco?) when all of a sudden, it happens.
Her, matter of fact-like: Mama, I'm spelling s-e-x. That spells sex.
Me, horrified: Say what, Small Fry? Are you trying to spell six, like the number? Please God, let her be spelling six like the number.
Her: No, sex like sexy. Oh no.
Me: What is sexy, Small Fry? What does that mean?
Her: You knnnnnoooowwww, like when you're all pretty with red lips and you're sparkly and you're wearing fancy clothes and like that. Waves hand vaguely in front of her face.
Me, later: And where did you hear about sexy, honey?
Her: Duh, mom. The cheer? Boys are the strongest? Girls are the sexiest?
Me, later, lame-like: Yeah, of course you know girls can be the strongest too.
Her: Yeah, of course I know that mama.
Annnnddddd I have nothing more to say. Continue eating taco salad and mourn the loss of innocence.