At the playground, Elena says to me while swinging on the monkey bars, "Look, Mom! I'm breaky-eighting."




At least, that's what I thought she said at first.


After having her repeat herself 3 times, I finally figured out that she was saying "brachiating." (For those who don't know, to brachiate is "to progress by swinging from hold to hold by the arms")




That's not exactly a word I would have expected her to have in her vocabulary. Way to show up your mom, kid.


She always has had a big vocabulary for her age.  It's looking like she might pass me up before she's out of elementary.