s(h)it
June 28, 2008
Our sweet baby says “shit.” It started when she realized I always make Lugnut sit before he comes inside to show him who’s in charge (haha). But now she says it when she drops something or when she’s going through her repertoire of eastern European words or when she needs to boss someone around or when she’s climbing the stairs or when we’re in the car or at church or at Wal-Mart or when we’re just sitting around breathing. It doesn’t help that she’s encouraged by the uncontrollable laughter from her mommy or that DooDad actually tries to get her to say it, and when she does, congratulates her with clapping and “Good girl, Annie!” Thanks, Dad.
No matter what comes out of her sweet little rosebud mouth, she is so much fun and I can’t help but laugh at anything new she does. I do need to practice some self-control for future use, though, because I know it’s only going to get worse … her cussing I mean.
