So G is perusing the selection of potential Halloween costumes at her favorite Web site, Costume Supercenter. She's scrolling through the witch outfits when I hear this:
G: Oooh, how about this one? No ... wait. It's too skanky. Never mind.
I don't know whether I should be embarrassed that she knows what "skanky" means (a word she learned from me, as I've used it in the past to describe the forbidden Bratz dolls) or proud that she recognizes inappropriate attire and doesn't want to wear it (she was right; it was skanky).
I love having a girl, but man, these fashion issues are unsettling!