Bring on the cuss jar
Over the past few days I have noticed that Caches' vocabulary is rapidly increasing. There are new words every day and sometimes he will repeat a word immediately after he hears me say it. You know what this means, we have officially entered the "mimic" stage of his language development.
And all I have to say is, SHIT!
I guess I can't call him a shithead under my breath anymore. Or tell Lilly that she is a whore 217 times a day. Gone are the days of disguising a good, "fuck you" behind a cute baby voice, and I'm pretty sure we are going to have to filter through our morning dance party music and weed out quite a few tunes.
Sigh. I guess it's worth it though, if this means that soon he will be able to say, "I'd like a cracker, mama." Instead of pointing at the cabinet and collapsing to the floor in tears when I have the audacity to ask what he wants.
Anyone have a really big jar we can borrow? I'll return it filled with pennies.
And all I have to say is, SHIT!
I guess I can't call him a shithead under my breath anymore. Or tell Lilly that she is a whore 217 times a day. Gone are the days of disguising a good, "fuck you" behind a cute baby voice, and I'm pretty sure we are going to have to filter through our morning dance party music and weed out quite a few tunes.
Sigh. I guess it's worth it though, if this means that soon he will be able to say, "I'd like a cracker, mama." Instead of pointing at the cabinet and collapsing to the floor in tears when I have the audacity to ask what he wants.
Anyone have a really big jar we can borrow? I'll return it filled with pennies.
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