Aidan is be-bopping around the room obnoxiously yelling, "I'm gonna (what sounded like shank) you!". What did you say? He repeats it, irritated because who the heck am I to question him, right? Turns out he was saying shrink. I say, whew, I thought he said shank, I wondered where he learned shank. Then of course he starts repeatedly, obnoxiously screaming shank, shank, shank... I asked him if he knew what that was, he says yes, I say what, he says I don't know - this is a reoccurring conversation in our house. Daddy pipes in with, "Oh, he'll find out soon enough!". I'm telling you, the kid better start using his wits for good instead of evil, or it's off to the pokey for him.