I Overuse the Three Little Words
And I’ll continue to do so
When I was a kid, I thought love was a bad word. That, along with ‘stupid’ and ‘yucky.’ I remember the day my little sister, only two years old at the time, proclaimed that I was yucky.
That didn’t go over well.
Neither did the time I was trying to find out how many words I could rhyme with the word chicken. Oops.