"Damnit!" Graham blurted out last night when he spilled his orange juice.
I'd never heard him say that before and I was startled. It's pretty minor as far as swear words go, but not exactly what you expect to hear come out of your two-year-old's mouth.
"That's not really the nicest thing to say," I cautioned him, mopping up the mess. "It's better to just say something like shoot or darn."
"Sorry Mama, " Graham said. "I say shoot Mama."
"That's better sweetie," I said just a little smugly, feeling never more like June Cleaver. "Would you like some more juice?"
"No thank you Mama."
Could he BE any more polite? I smiled serenely and tousled his hair.
"Mama?"
"Yes Graham?"
"How 'bout a glass of wine?"
Damnit.
