But now I know he was listening.
Because while in spite of my incessant prompting, he can't quite pronounce the words "thank you" or "I love you", he can now say "shit" and "asshole" with no impediment.
And, since it's no secret that I am an unfit mother, let me just confess that there is nothing funnier to me than my 18 month old with laryngitis saying "shit" and "asshole." There just isn't.
Not that I'm encouraging it.
Because I'm not.
Swearing is bad and wrong. And bad.
A little fun
(not to mention tremendously satisfying)
But mostly just wrong.
So, but, can you picture it? Both incidences, of course took place in the car, within two days of the birth of our Lord, Jesus Christ.The second time, there was my little Gus riding in his carseat, sweetly mumbling about the passing "cahs", when one of those cahs just happened to cut mommy off.
"Asshole!" I said to the cah.
"Asshole," said the scratchy-voiced bird in the backseat.
And then he beamed at me in the rear view.
I looked at Larry.
Larry looked at me.
"He just said asshole," Larry whispered.
"I did hear that."
"We have to watch our language. For real now."
"You bet your ass we do."