My Poor Son
You know, I'd like to have a cute little blog dedicated to all of the delightful and precious little things that my son says...but I can't because it would have to be censored and no, and unfortunately, I am not kidding. It all started, well you know, I'm just going to go ahead and throw it out there. My son says "demmit". That's exactly how he says it. Where on earth did he hear that word? He isn't in pre-school, he's really only around us, his sister, church kids and the babysitter...ahh, the babysitter! It's Karen! She taught him "demmit"!!!! No, no, settle. It wasn't her. Although she was cussed out by him. I shouldn't say that he cusses people out. It's not nice, funny to type out but not funny, I'm sure, to live out. Moving forward. We asked him this (once we figured out what he was saying and man that was a horrifying and sanctifying moment) "son, where on earth did you hear that" and we said "was it mommy" he says "noooo", "was it daddy" , "nooo" "my pop pop says demmit". Oh, Pop Pop. THANKS! Hey, I'm not saying that Chad and I are above saying such a thing but I do know that it wasn't us (this time).
So, Karen was finishing up babysitting when I came downstairs. I told her about what he had been saying and she said "ooooooh, yea, he said that about 100 times". Lovely.
So, Karen was finishing up babysitting when I came downstairs. I told her about what he had been saying and she said "ooooooh, yea, he said that about 100 times". Lovely.
posted by Beth Young at
6:45 PM
5 Comments:
When Ben was about 3 and Paul's dad (PopPop) was alive, I was driving somewhere with Ben in the backseat. Someone cut me off and, before I could utter a word, I heard from the backseat, "Jook!"
PopPop always said "jook" (rhymes with "look") instead of jerk. Guess that was supposed to soften the verbal blow?
Oh yes, I remember trying out cussing on my parents quite young. I have no idea where I heard it, but I think I was around 6 years old. My mom sat down and taught me what "taking the Lord's name in vain" meant. I remember feeling really bad because I didn't know what it meant, but I did know it was "a bad word." Probably all kids go through that at some point.
I laughed my head off, not that you won't have the opp. to do the same once my guys are actually talking. The sad thing is that I'm afraid of what they'll pick up from just Lawrence and me. We're closet potty mouths; i guess not so "closet" anymore, huh?! :)
That's a little hard to picture, Bri. Thanks for tainting the picture I've been carrying in my mind of your little perfect family!!!!
You can't know us too long before that lovely picture gets rather tainted. Sorry to disappoint you! :) Actually, it makes me wonder what in the world I am portraying to others if you thought for a moment that we were a perfect little family. Or, were you just kidding? :)
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