"Daddy, I like cocks," announced my three-year-old.
"What?" I replied, spinning around in shock.
She turned her book so that I could see a picture of a peacock. "I like cocks," she repeated. "They're so beautiful."
"Peacocks, honey," I corrected. "You like peacocks."
"Yeah," she agreed, turning her attention back to her book. "I like peacocks."
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