Trying it out

We were celebrating Evie's third birthday (and the birth of our nation) yesterday at a barbecue at Oma and Pa's house yesterday. Unlike most 4th of July's, the temperature was very mild. I was sitting in the living room rocking Lanie, who was sleeping, when Henry came in from doing sparklers. He ran over to where I was and excitedly pronounced, "It's frickin' cold outside!" His intention to try out the word "frickin'" was so obvious to us both, that all it took was a look from me to confirm that the word was not to be used. Henry looked back at me and sheepishly said, "Oh."