And my friend's four year old daughter, Lil Bit calls me (this is not unusual - I get several calls a week). The conversation today went something like this:
Lil Bit: BUNNY!!!
Me: Hey darlin' what are you —
Lil Bit: We saw the stinky truck!!!
Me: The stinky truck??? You mean the trash truck?
Lil Bit: No.....
[I think I confused her.]
Me: Well what did the stinky truck look like?
Lil Bit: Truck. It said "you smell."
Me: [completely lost at this point but going with it] "You smell" huh? Where did you see the stinky truck?
[I'm wondering where on EARTH this is going.]
Lil Bit: Yeah. [clunk] Mooooommmmm —
[LB is apparently done with me. Lil Mama gets on the phone.]
Lil Mama: Did you get all that?
Me: I got it but I don't get it. What the hell's a stinky truck?
Lil Mama: "U.S. Mail." She's been hangin' around you too much.
Totally made my day. Gotta love it. (And trust me, "precocious" doesn't even begin to cover it!)