First, let me start by thanking XL Nation for saving so many lives at St. Jude.  Over $75,000 raised in this year's radiothon!  I honestly don't have the words to thank you properly.  Apparently, my daughter didn't have the correct words tonight, either.  If you missed it, let me fill you in.  My sweet 9 year old Emma was on air, live, with Erin Phillips and Russell Damm.  Emma said something sweet, and Erin told her she made Russell cry.  Emma went on to say, "that's because Russell is a big pussy."  Have you regained control yet?  Don't feel too badly, it took me a while too.   I wasn't in the room when it happened.  When I did walk in, I think Russell and Erin were thinking the same thing you are right now....as in, "what the hell are they teaching her at home?"  I guess there was stunned silence on air, and then Erin told Emma that wasn't a "radio word."  When I walked in, my young coworkers, who don't have kids, filled me in.  I took Emma out of the room to talk to her about it.  She asked why it wasn't a radio word.  She told me she was calling him a big pussy cat.  I told her that pussy cat was fine, but when you drop the word cat, it has a completely different meaning, and that I would explain it to her at home.  Which I did.  Which actually was an easier converation than I thought.  Now she is horrified, and wants to know if she can take it back.  I told her I would take care of it for her.  I am the first to admit I am not a perfect parent,  and she is not growing up in a perfect household.  I'm sure she's heard someone called a "pussy" before, and I am not blaming anyone for teaching her that word.  (It was Mike).  Oh well, all of Southwest Montana heard Emma call Russell a pussy.  Out of the mouths of babes!