in my kitchen this morning with my four-year-old daughter and a friend of the family (whom hub and i met in college):
smockmomma (sm): liar liar pants on fire...
gk: mommy, that's a bad word. you said a bad word.
sm: which?
gk: liar.
sm: well, uncle christian wasn't telling the truth, honey.
gk: what is "the truth?"
sm: quid est veritas? quid est veritas, claudia?
uncle christian: she takes calculus for a whole semester and doesn't understand a thing, sees the passion three times and she's speaking latin.
That's hilarious.