So my toddler has his first swear word. How cute. I'm totally blaming it on my husband's colorful language while driving. (And truth be told, I'm no princess when I'm behind the wheel either.)
Here we are, rocking in his rocking chair tonight - surrounded by furniture I've carefully researched for his safety, drawers full of clothes I've bought him and books stacked high for his learning. And he turns to me and says in his baby voice, "Mommy, you a (rhymes with sass)."
Alright then. I can't laugh, so I say, "Are you asking Mommy a question?" and he just smiles. May have to grab myself a bowl of ice cream while I ponder this one...
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oh dear. thats always a tough one.
ReplyDeleteone day gracie said, "what the hell?" i was like, ex-CUSE me? no more tv for you ever!