I asked my daughter about her school day at the dinner table last night. She told me about a friend who got in trouble at kindergarten for saying a "potty-word".
"What did she say?" I asked.
"Weener," she said.
"Oh, my," I said, with mock surprise.
My eight year-old son knew the rules and scolded his sister. "Leah, don't say weener! [wait for it] Say Johnson". He's got deadpan delivery too. A real chip, that one.