Cuss Muss Fuss

My son, who just turned five, is really into rhyming this week. There's a lot going on in that growing mind, as evidenced by last week's question, "What the hell is heaven?" said as he ran around the backyard in circles. But back to this week.
Griffin: "Does itch rhyme with rich?"
Me: "Yes it does."
Griffin: "Rich, itch, bitch. Does itch rhyme with bitch?"
Me: "It sure does! But bitch is a bad word, so you're not allowed to say that."
Griffin: "It is?"
Me: "Yes it is. It means a really mean lady! But in England, it means a girl dog."
Hm, confusing perhaps. But as long as we stay on these shores, he can't say it.
Griffin: "Does FAKE rhyme with FATE?"
Me: "Mm, not really. FAKE rhymes with BAKE though."
Griffin: "FAKE BAKE."
I'm glad he wasn't going through this phase last July when we had Great-Grandma's birthday party, because Uncle Chuck was there.