I was thinking of one of the first stories I shared with readers here when I first started writing this column. It was about Mireya, who, at the time of the story, was 3 years old. I was putting her in her car seat when she proudly shouted in that sing-song voice “I’m a bidge! I’m a bidge!”

I was completely mortified. Both my husband and I were convinced that one of us had been slipping in the cursing department and now our daughter, our sweet innocent daughter, was announcing to the world that she was a witch with a B. We didn’t dare correct her because you know with a toddler if you water it, it will grow. Outrage would only increase the likelihood she would announce to the grocery store checkout clerk that she was a “bidge.”

Winter Prosapio is a writer, a wife, and a working mom of two girls, two cats, and one ridiculously enthusiastic terrier mix.

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