Wicked Sick

Today while watching Princess Enchanted Tales featuring Aurora and Jasmine, with my little dressed up princess Masyn, my son was running around with a dayhome boy, both dressed up like Spiderman fighting the evil force known as Doc Ock. With one eye focused on the boys desperately hoping that I suddenly wouldn't be targeted as the evil doctor, my other eye was engrossed in the movie of Jasmine attempting to find her father's horse in the desert. Admiring her cartoon beauty and the sing song of her voice as she soared high above on her flying fibres, I remarked to Kaelen, "Wouldn't it be so cool to have a magic carpet buddy? Instead of walking everywhere, we could fly everywhere."

Kaelen's reply? "Ya! That would be wicked sick Mom!"

Uh huh. Bursting out in laughter, I couldn't help but wonder where my little sponge heard that lingo. I mean, aren't I supposed to be dealing with that kind of communication in say ten years from now?

And, thinking that I am the clever person I am, I replied: "Ya, it would be like totally awesome dude". I got the raised eyebrow as a reply.