Driving to the store with my daughter the other day, I was flipping through talk radio stations trying to find something interesting. I landed on the Dr. Laura show and she was talking about this impatient man who caused his stepdaughter's death by driving around lowered train crossing barriers and into the path of an oncoming train. Dr. Laura loudly pronounced, "This bastard! That's what he is, I'm sorry, but he's a bastard!" Okay, so I agree with her sentiments, but don't really want my 4-year-old to learn that word just yet. I quickly changed the station and glanced in the backseat to see if my daughter was paying attention.
Later that evening we were finishing with stories and saying our goodnights when my daughter grabbed her Little Pony and said, "Daddy! This one's name is Starcatcher!" She was so proud of herself for remembering the name. I noticed there was another Little Pony on the bed and asked, "What's that one's name?" She looked down at it, frowned, thought a little bit, then said, "That one I'll call Little Bastard."