I had forgotten about this little funny story from a couple of months ago until I was reminded of it the other night. Both instances are amusing.
The original: Layla and I were talking when things turned to my in-laws, her grandparents. She asked what to call the relationship between them and me. I informed her that they were my “father-in-law” and “mother-in-law,” collectively, my “in-laws.” She immediately shortened the first to “f-in-law,” which, when said out loud is, um, awkward? I explained that it might be better to refer to them as “F-I-L” and “M-I-L,” and she agreed.
So the other night, it came up somehow, and Layla delicately spoke “f-in-law,” which immediately made Emma’s eyes widen. Emma then whispered to Layla that she had referred to a curse word. They grow up so fast.
