Out of the mouths of babes

Let's begin with me saying this:I have been working on not swearing in front of Boy. I do very well, for the most part. There are some minor slip ups. Usually when I slip and say something I will follow it with , "Don't say that, ok?"

Yeah....

So the other day Boy was at his little table eating lunch. He ever so sweetly chatters away. He talks about his "wunch" (lunch), his "gwapes" (grapes) and his "pyahman pee-yate" (spiderman plate). I sit there just thinking about how wonderfully cute this child I baked is and then....

the gwape falls.

Out of that sweet little thing's mouth comes, "Oh Sit! Done say dat ok? ok!"

Ahhh, my Boy. I wasn't nearly as mortified by this as I was once in the car. Actually this is what caused me to try not swearing in his presence. We were driving down the road and I was cut off by someone. I, without thought, yelled, "Mother F**ker!". From the back seat I heard that sweet little voice say, "Mama fickah!"

Yeah..the mama fickin sit has hit the fan.