Antique Daddy: I can’t believe the language Sean uses.
GULP! I get that sickening “Called To The Principal’s Office” feeling in the pit of my stomach. I am mentally beating my breast and tearing my clothes. Where did I put my sackcloth and ashes? I am caught and I am guilty. I knew that one day it would come to this. I knew that one of these days it would come back to bite me in the…. behind. I knew that kids repeat everything. I knew that I had to overcome my love and appreciation of the well-placed curse word. I was in trouble. I cringed and braced myself for a well-deserved rebuke.
Antique Mommy: (coyly) Oh, really? Whatever do you mean?
Antique Daddy: This morning, he pulls out your computer lap desk from under the bed and he brings it to me and says, “Look Daddy. This lap desk is similar to yours, only smaller.” How many 3-year-olds use the word similar?
Sean: (from under the bed) One!
Antique Mommy: (Heavy sigh of relief — comic relief)
It looks like item one on my New Year’s Resolution list will be the same as it has been for the past 25 years.