"Mommy, this show is bussin!"
I'm in the kitchen when I hear those five little words tumble from my five-year-old's mouth. Even in my most relaxed state, I struggle to make sense of it.
And that's when it hits me for the umpteenth time that hour: I yell back across the house, "Can you speak English so Mommy can understand you?" I hear my older kids laughing, and it dawns on me that age has betrayed me once again. I'm simply too old to grasp the ever-evolving slang that fills their conversations.
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