When my kids were younger, they had a habit of dilly-dallying in the car at school drop-off in the mornings.

And, well, let's just say that dilly-dallying is frowned upon in that line (rightly so), so I always took measures to make sure they were ready to get out of the car when we got to the front of the line.

I would get them to unbuckle their seat belts when we were a couple of car lengths away from the drop-off zone and put their backpacks on so they'd be ready to get out of the car quickly.

For no particular reason, I'd say, "Time to unbuckle, Chuckle.", and that just kind of stuck.

The older two are in high school, and as far as I know, Busy Dad doesn't say that to them when they all get to school, and Busy D. is actually pretty good at getting out of the car promptly, so I hadn't been saying anything since school started this year.

He must have missed it, because he asked me to say it the other day.

So, I said, "Since it's a new year, I'm going to tell you to, 'Unbuckle, Duckle.'"

He thought about this for a minute, and decided it would be a different saying each day:

"Monday will be 'Muckle', Tuesday is 'Tuckle', Wednesday is 'Wuckle'..."

You see where this is going, don't you?

"Thursday is 'Thuckle'..."

Me: *forehead to steering wheel for not heading this off sooner*

Now, you think he's going to say it unwittingly, and I'm going to be all, "Oh, they're so innocent, aren't they?"

"Friday will be...wait, naw, we can't say that...better say, 'Zuckle'"

Now, I can't decide if I'm bothered that my 8 year old knew why that was bad or impressed that he deviated from the obvious.

However, it's apparent that he's become "that kid".

You know, the one you didn't want your first born snowflake to interact with because he has "older siblings" and he just "knows too much".