Rachel has started swimming lessons once again. Which is a good thing, as she tends to sink like a stone in anything deeper than, oh, dry land.
Apparently we've recently begun calling "Lifejackets" "PFD's" (Yes, I realize that has always been their 'official' name, but they're LIFEJACKETS, damnit!). Thus began this acro-licious conversation.
Rachel: Mommy, what does "P-D-F" mean?
Mommy: "Personal Flotation Device"
R: Person Floating and Mice?
M: "Personal Flotation Device"
R: Person-lllllll Floats DeLice?
M: PERSONAL... FLOTATION... DEVICE.
R: But we can just call it a lifejacket.
M: Good idea, Rachel.
Her hearing is fine, it's the listening that's so-so at best.