Things you never want to hear your children say.

[Glamourcide]

It's the silence that's a big problem in this house - it never bodes well.

DD1's expanding vocabulary now allows her to inform me when she's done 'p!ss' (thanks for teaching her that, DH) or 'poo' - always *after* the event instead of before, and usually somewhere on the floor.
'Broken' usually means she's destroyed something of mine or DH's, and 'Broken' preceeded by a high-pitched squeal means she's destroyed something of her own (two nights ago it was her precious plastic headband she got in a showbag, she was distraught for hours).

'Eggies!' usually means she's dragged the carton out of the fridge and chances are she's smashed at least one on the floor (she loves boiled eggs and attempts to make her own).
This scenario also applies to, well, her announcing any food item out loud - bread, mookie (milk), maninamite (Vegemite), corn cakes (corn thins), etc etc. Food = mess.

And, I'm forever grateful to DH for teaching her 'c' word. Yup. *That* 'c' word.