At some point last week, I asked A what he thought Daddy would say about an unfortunate situation. "Damnit, damnit, damnit!" he said, in a pretty good imitation of C.
But of course, the unfortunate moment came when A was playing with the new Wii Fit Plus we have here and missed a step. "Damnit, I missed the ball," he said.
"Don't say damnit," I said. "It's a grownup word." Oy. Let the potty mouth begin.
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Oh dear. Damnit, indeed--cursing in context is a problem. Could be worse, I suppose. He didn't call the Wii a c*nt monkey. At what age will he be deemed a "grown-up" for this purpose?
I will loosely define grown-up as it was defined in my household growing up: when you pay for stuff.
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