I promised in my last post that I would do a write up about our Toopy & Binoo concert experience but honestly, I’m still feeling quite under-the-weather. Whatever the hell this cold is, its certainly got a firm grip on my female-balls and isn’t looking to let go anytime soon.
So instead, I’m going to continue to take a break from posting this week to recuperate and will hopefully be in fine form for Sunday. However, I thought I’d let you in on a little conversation Mason and I had a few days ago regarding his use of a swear word while trying to console a crying Avery:
Me: Blah blah blah not a nice word blah blah not a good choice blah blah blah etc
Mace: But why mom? Why can’t I say it?
Me: Because …. because you just can’t. We don’t say that word in this house.
Mace: *supressing a smirk, the little shit* Well where do we say it, mom? In the woods?
And yes, I know you must all find it amusing to read a conversation by me about not swearing. Hardy har har. Laugh it up, people. But I’m doing my best for the common good. Do you really want your kid at a preschool where a certain 3 year old is telling crying kids “Don’t worry. Fuck ‘em. You’ll be fine”.
Yah. Didn’t think so.