Another one for the history books

Well, it was bound to happen eventually, what with my sailor-mouthed husband and my own lack of verbal censorship around the children. Sawyer said his first bad word on Saturday - in front of my PARENTS!

He was quietly playing with a couple trucks in the kitchen and the little truck kept falling off the big truck. Sawyer's not always that easy to understand, but my dad and I both froze when we heard him say, quite clearly, "Oh my God dammit."

Surely we didn't understand him correctly. I let it slide. A few minutes later, I was back in Arden's bedroom and I heard him say it again from all the way across the house. He must have gotten another evil stare from my dad because he came running to me.

The thing about this is that for all the f-words and s-words that Scott uses, he picks up on MY bad word. I let it fly recently over I don't even remember what - probably some innate object that wasn't cooperating in the middle of a hectic moment.

I went through a whole long speech with Sawyer about bad words how there are some words that mommies and daddies say that children should never use but how it's okay for him to say "Oh My Gosh!" (something he had been saying for a few weeks with out the blasphemist twist). "Alright," he said.

The next day he was running across the room, fell down and said: "Oh my GOSH Dammit."

Boy, am I ever gonna hear from the Baptists now!