Like just the other day, we're driving in the car, pretending to see all manner of forest flora and fauna, when, during a calm in the game, she comes out with this little gem:
Oh yeah, she's been listening quietly all this time. Saying nothing but taking it all in.
Last week, when I dropped the glass and it shattered into a billion pieces on the kitchen floor?
What did I say?
You bet I did.
Last month, when I noticed someone other than me did the laundry and dried my wool sweater in the clothes dryer?
What did I say?
You guessed it.
And countless times before that?
So why did I think that she wasn't listening?
"I say shiT sometimes, too, mommy. shiT. You say shiT sometimes instead of 'Oh Bother.'"
I was practically crying I was laughing so hard.
There are no bad words (only words that will make your babysitter and your teachers swallow their tongues or send you to the principal's office). There are no bad words. There are no bad words. Okay. Stop laughing. Stop laughing. She hears that, too. It bolsters her resolve. There are no BAD words ...
"Ok. I don't want you to say that word. You say 'Oh bother.'"
"But sometimes you need to say Oh ShiT."
"I know that sometimes it slips out, but it's not a word that makes people happy. Some people may be offended by that word. A better word is Bother. Or Pooh. Or Drat. Why don't you say Oh, Pooh bother? I like the sound of that: Oh, Pooh bother!"
"But I like shiT."
"I know, but it's not a word you should use until you're older."
"When am I going to be older?"
"Too soon for us, not soon enough for you."