This girl. We were playing ants in the pants together. She had an ant that wasn't flipping into the pants too good-so the conversation goes like this:
G: Damn ant. 
Me:  What did you say?
G:  That ant is damn. 
Me:  Greer, that is a bad word.
G:  I know. But I can say it at home. 
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