Distressing

I admit to being a tiny bit of a drama queen. Tiny. Bit. Seems to run in the Stewart family, if not beyond, because yesterday morning Aidan put her hands on her hips and said, "Mommy. This is SO distressing." "Distressing?" I inquired with raised eyebrow. "What is distressing and where did you hear this word?" "My pony's hair. The braid won't stay. And Mommy, I heard it from you."

Yes. There are things in this world that are distressing, but a pony with the name of a porn star and a sassy tattoo on her hind quarters whose yellow, blue and pink braid is unraveling? And to think--Oh how distressing--that she learned it from me.