As I put the girls in the car after a trip to Stew's (where else?), AK starting howling. Not crying. Howling. I asked, "AK are you being a werewolf?"
From the booster on the other side of the car, LP asks, "What is a werewolf?"
"A man...that is a wolf."
A few seconds later, "Mom? I know what a wolf with syphilis is."
Me: "A WHAT?!"
LP: "A wolf. With syphilis."
Me: "Okay. What is it?"
LP: "You know, a wolf-with-sypalus. A dinosaur."
Shortly before this conversation she also told me, "Mom. I don't need your help anymore. I can do this," in reference to circumnavigating the car to get in on "her" side.
Did I also mention that I called the local elementary school to sign up to receive the paperwork for kindergarten? Ack.