Tuesday, February 19, 2008

This afternoon I spent an unnecessarily long time explaining to Gideon that what was in his diaper is called poop and not, as he so adamantly insisted, shit.

There's only a handful of words he can say clearly enough that people can understand -- and one of them is now shit.

I'm blaming this on last week's guys' ski house.

Tomorrow this kid is getting shipped to the convent.

Desperate situations, cruel solutions. That's my motto.

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At 11:22 PM, Blogger Ginger Heatter said...

Hahahaha! Maybe you can strike a deal with him. Tell him it's only "shit" when you do it in the toilet. In a diaper, it's just "poop." When the potty training is complete and it's time to change the rules, just let him know you're large, contain multitudes, etc. ;-)

I thought for sure my own potty mouth would have caused more trouble by now, but I've yet to be called into the principle's office for any slips. About a year ago, we had a few days where my daughter kept trying to get a rise out me with four-letter giggles. Not wanting to make it seem more attractive by forbidding it, I decided she could have a short window in which to say any damn thing she liked. So, for 10 hilarious minutes she ran around the house singing like a sailor. We both ended up breathless from laughing so hard, and that was that.

Though I hear there's a plethora of foul language on the school bus every day, my daughter at least pretends to me that she doesn't participate in it.

At 11:36 PM, Blogger Reb said...

Hmm, I might try that "shit in the pot" trick - I'm desperate.

At 5:35 PM, Blogger Amanda Auchter said...

Funny thing, that was my first word.

At 2:28 PM, Blogger Jessie Carty said...

Ha! My brother's first word (courtesy of listening to my father) was "chicken shit" Not just one word but two :)


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