For the first three to five years of a kid’s life pretty much everything they say is a tape recording of something they’ve heard you say. Once they turn five, they start school and they start picking up all kinds of new stuff to say. Most of the time it’s amusing.
Yesterday after work in my office at home I was trying out a demo of an extremely violent first-person shooter video game. Watching me play extremely violent first-person shooters is one of Celeste’s favorite spectator sports, so she was sitting next to me watching. Within seconds of starting the game, I got blown up spectacularly. Celeste tried to comfort me by saying "Cheer up, emo kid."