My eight-year-old twins know how to trash talk. I blame their father, the man also known as my husband. So far, our kids only trash talk when they’re in character, most recently as plastic toy dinosaurs who were having a Jurassic showdown.
William held Stegosaurus; Vivian gripped Allosaurus. They bashed them together and trash talked.
Vivian (Allosaurus): “Hey, Stegosaurus, those plates make you look fat.’
William (Stegosaurus): “So what. You’re naked.”
Vivian (Allosaurus): “You couldn’t hurt a fly.”
William (Stegosaurus): “Oh, yeah, pencil neck?”
Good to know they’re working on their drama skills.
How was your weekend? Any drama? Any trash talk?