What's the BFD?

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I guess I should warn you, if I turn out to be
particularly clear, you've probably
misunderstood what I've said. 

~ Alan Greenspan

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A ritual in our house is for me to ask daughter of the year #1 how her day went at school.  Some days I get a lengthy explanation.  Most days I get very little.  A few days I get invited to a pitty party.  Other days I get more detailed information.  Perhaps I am too used to getting little, if anything from her, which could be the single reason for this very big misunderstanding.  

"What did you do in school today?" I ask, prepared to get the most common response, nothing. 

"We read stories and did math," she responds.  Hey, an actual response.

"Yeah," I say back, knowing I'm only half paying attention.

"And, we talked about the BFD," she concludes. 

I don't know about you, but the BFD means something very different in my mind.  I've been often known to say, what's the BFD?  I likely should stop that before daughter of the year #2 begins asking what BFD means.  THAT would be a fun explanation from her mom of the year and something I'm quite sure she'd happily throw around during sharing time at daycare.  I can see it now, her curly hair bouncing, full of innocence brown eyes, staring up at her teacher saying, "my mommy says it's no big..."

Anyway, this mention of the BFD talk at school certainly got my full attention.  I mean seriously, what are they teaching at this school where asterisk is spelled on the school menu as assterik?  We mom's of the year notice these things. 

"You talked about what?" I asked. 

"The BFD," daughter of the year #1 says as if it is no big deal. 

"The what?" I ask again.  Really?

"You know mom, the BFD!" She's growing impatient with me. 

"What exactly is the BFD?" I ask.  I have to be missing something here. 

She rolls her eyes, getting really annoyed with me.  "You know mom, the big friendly giant." 

"Oh, the BF-G," I say, stressing the G.  Her g's really sound like d's.  We should work on that. 

"Yeah mom," she says, still annoyed with me and my questions.  "What did you think I was talking about?" 

Oh, if she only knew! 

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