Yucky

One of the delights of being a three year old boy is to discover a slightly naughty/off-color word and use it prolific-ly. So D has discovered "yucky" and finds it very convenient to describe things which are distasteful as well as things he doesn't like, things he does like, things that are silly, things that aren't yucky at all, and so on. Today, he threw his arms around me and said, "Momma, I love you so much in the whole yucky world." Pretty high praise, I thought.