Jack's imagination was really on a roll tonight. We had one of his favorite food groups - pizza. At one point, the crust was a fish attacking a dinosaur. Then, he turned the crust vertical and said what sounded like, "Crap." Mike and I looked at each other.
"Crap?" I nervously asked as we tried to decipher what he was trying to say.
"Giraffe?" Mike asked.
"Uh, huh," replied Jack. "Giraffe."
Mike and I both sighed, relieved that Jack had not uttered his first bad word, at least we think he didn't.