Anna and I were on the freeway last night and I had to abruptly stop to avoid rear-ending someone. I glanced in my rearview and could see the person behind me swerve into the left lane to avoid smashing into me.
It was tense. I let loose a couple expletives (the "f" and "s" word, if you must know). I cringed, waiting for Anna to utter her first swear. Instead, she corrected me and said, "Uh-oh spaghettios!"
"Yes," I told her, "that's exactly what I said. Uh. Oh. Spaghettios."
Yeah, I know. Spaghettios aren't vegan. But she sounds damn cute when she says it.
Song currently stuck in my head: John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt (la da da da da da da!).