Everyone has heard the allegation that, despite the onset of motherhood 12+ years ago, I have generally
failed to clean up my language to a proper, motherly degree. The girls generally accept this state of affairs, sometimes exclaiming, "Mom! LANGUAGE!" if things seem really off the rails.
This summer, my phone made the below auto-correct in a text I sent to Margot. Claire got a look at it and burst out laughing.
Me: "But why would it make that correction when I was trying to type
walking?!"
Claire: "Mom, your phone knows you too well."
