My daughter was just watching the Phillies/Toronto Blue Jays game with me when she said:
“Who the heck is this team? The Tomato Blueberries!?!?”
Their logo was clearly visible, and she can read, so she improvised that on the spot.
She then proceeded to repeat the insult over and over with different variations, telling me, “I just can’t stop saying it!”
I said, “All good insults roll right off the tongue, honey. That’s a good one.”
She seemed confused at the visible pride on my face. I said that I was happy because she had just proven that she’s inherited the time-tested Philadelphia heckling skill set successfully.
Sure, it was a mild insult. I wouldn’t encourage a 7-year-old to tell an opposing fan/team/player to violate themselves with a sideways pineapple, but the intent is there. That’s important. It has be nurtured.
It might be the best father’s day present I’ve ever received.