"Whore. Whore!"
That's my 3-year old. Pointing to something that this Momma obviously can not see. Which of course, frustrates him even more.
And me? I'm like, "Where the F*cK did he learn that word?"
Okay, I admit. I have a helluva potty mouth. But that is NOT one of my choice words.
So now he's starting to lose it. "No Mo-oom!" Shaking his finger forecefully at SOMETHING across the way. "Whore! WHORE!"
Oh for crying out loud. Can the neighbors hear him?
Miraculously, I get him to calm down without fulfilling his neverending need to be understood. (I have to repeat everything he says so that he gets confirmation that I understand him. Or maybe to check if I'm listening - lol.)
And I silently cuss out Skinny Ass coz HE'S used that word on several occasions.
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Fast forward a couple of days and I'm getting ready to strap Joel into his car seat on the way out to Target.
"Lo Mom - a whore."
Crap. Here we go again.
"What honey?" As if I didn't hear him.
He gets all excited and exclaims, "A whore!" And he scrambles down and picks up a shiny coin on the floor and proudly presents his new find to me in the palm of his hand.
"A whore!"
Wouldja believe? It was a friggin' quarter.
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