What the H?

I was completely engrossed in a story I was reading on the laptop. Julia walks up behind me and says, "What the H is that?" I am thinking, what in the world did my sister teach her now. I turn back to her and in a sweet, soft voice, say, "Excuse me?" "What the H, mommy? What's that big H?" Her index finger leads me to the address bar. There is a great big H there. It is the icon for the Huffington Post.

Phew!