Yet another Brynn-ism

During one of our several visits to the doctor last week, I lifted Brynn out of the car and into the parking lot. As she got outside and the wind blew against her bare arms, she exclaimed "It's freakin' cold!" I promptly told her that we don't say that word. She said OK, and then without missing a beat, corrected herself with "It's freakin'!" Yeah, wrong word, sweetie! Sometimes I feel like living with kids is like living in an Amelia Bidelia story (does anyone remember those books, or am I just dating myself here?). They take things so literally, and are so innocent when they misunderstand what seems obvious.