I knew this day was coming. I just didn't expect it for, you know, at least 9 or 10 years.
Ethan came to me after dinner tonight and said Charlotte had said a bad word.
If you know my kids, and especially my daughter, usually the only "bad" words are of the bathroom variety. (And why, by the way, are such things so hilarious to kids? I'll never know.)
But this was not one of the usual suspects.
"Mom, Charlotte said a bad word!"
"Oh? What did she say?" This accompanied by the sigh of a mother who tells her little princess no less than 20 times a day to STOP WITH THE POTTY TALK!
"She said 'Damn.'" He looks at me solemnly. He hopes she's gonna get it.
"Yeah, she said ' Im gonna put my damn jammies on.' "
Ok, at this point what was I to do? Even now, typing it, just typing it I can't stop laughing.
So I took a breath and called her in.
"Did you say that word?"
"Thats not a word we say. Why did you say it?"
"I don't know..."
"Well, thats not a word kids use and if you heard mommy or daddy say it then I apologize because its not something we say. And its certainly not a pretty word for a pretty girl."
Then I sent her away real fast because I couldn't hold back my laughter for much longer.