Oh, Snap!

I might try to talk a big game of being hip & knowing the latest styles & catch phrases. Sure, I try my hardest to make the group at church (KidsPoint) think I'm all that & a side of fries.
But the truth is, here at home, we're pretty far from talking the talk of youngsters & since Flynn's never laid eyes on a Hannah Montana episode, she's not that hip either.

So, imagine my surprise this morning when she & I, enjoying a rousing game of Memory, started getting competitive. I've never been one to let my kids win just because they're kids (heck, I take the opportunity to get some wins under my belt!). Right in the heat of the matching of Barney cards, I matched TWO IN A ROW.
It was clear, it was the turning point, and our eyes locked. I whinced, waiting for a cry of disappointment.
That's when she let out her unhappiness,
"Oh, SNAP!"

I was probably about as shocked as I would've been had a curse word slipped her lips.
"What did you say??"
"Snap."
Then, I had to collapse onto the floor on my side. Bursts of laughter (but careful not to mess up my Memory pairs).
"Where did you hear that?"
"I don't know. It's your turn Mom."