The concept of insults have finally been understood in my almost-four year old's little mind. My husband said to her "what's going on Rumplestiltskin". Now, she, having forgotten this is one of her favorite fairy tales and took it as an insult, came back with, "I am not a Rumplestiltskin, you're a cat poop"!!!!! A cat poop, of all things!!! So before we could explain that it is not nice to call names, we both had to go in the bathroom and turn on the fan to cover the sounds of our laughter.