At the breakfast table it went something like this:
Daughter: Are you only having coffee today?
Me: Yeah.
Daughter: Is that keto?
Me: Er… yes. That’s a clever word. How do you know that one? [I’m open with her about my eating, she knows I avoid carbs and have diabetes, but I’ve not really discussed keto]
Daughter: Your teacher said it!
Me: My teacher? Who’s that?
Daughter: You have two teachers in the car!
Me: confused
Daughter: And they like singing sometimes!
Me: Oh! You mean the 2 Keto Dudes! Haha.
Daughter: Yes. Carl [wow good memory] and the other one I can’t remember… I like their singing! It’s so funny.
I thought it was very cute. She picks up everything like a sponge. I feel one day she’s going to blurt out how she agrees with Megan Ramos in fasting approaches or something, or start name dropping Gary Taubes at preschool.