Last night, as I sat down to dinner with my two sons (ages 8 and 10), my 8-year-old Will informed me that, “John kept calling Seymour [the cat] ‘Little Tit’ today.”

Eying my pizza and only half listening, I replied, “Oh that’s nice. Wait…what?”

A little background is probably on order: Recently, when our family was on vacation at our ranch, we played the game Boggle a fair amount. Since kids will eventually learn all the words that we know from some source, it’s my personal policy not to hide the “bad ones” if they ask.

While reconciling our words during Boggle one day, Will asked, “Is tit a word daddy?” to which I replied, “Uh, yes. It means boob“. This was followed by much snickering by the kids (ok, I laughed a little too). I told them it’s not really a word that you should use very often.

That’s the reason I was taken aback a bit by their use of it yesterday. I asked, “why would John call the cat that?”

“Well, you said it meant poop, didn’t you?”

“No, I said it means boob. B-o-o-b.”

This was followed by much snickering by everyone.