Watching our words

Of course, Mike and I know we have to be very aware of what we say around our little parrot, Faustina. Over a week ago, however, she heard one of us use the word 'psycho'. For some reason, she latched onto this word, and it has stuck. Her memory refuses to erase this particular word, and we hear it a lot. She'll run around the house yelling it at the top of her lungs (!), or be tackling her teddy bear in her crib singing it. Yesterday she started attaching it to other people. She hears me call her father 'Mike' or 'Michael', so of course she has started calling her father Michael. But he is not only 'Michael', he is 'psycho Michael'! Yesterday (as we were practicing using the potty), she was walking around with few clothes on trying to walk in my shoes and yelling 'psycho, psycho, michael, psycho'.

What can you do, we just try not to laugh....in front of her, anyway. And I guess we'll have to be even more careful of our word choices.