Darnit, Dang it, and Oh MY GOSH!

Our two year old is struggling with his eating habits right now. Mostly the struggle is that he refuses to eat! But last night he discovered his love affair with boxed macaroni and cheese, while stuffing massive fist fulls into his gaping mouth, all the while making munching sounds that I am sure the neighbors could hear.

But I didn't say anything, I let him do it. Because this, my dear friends, was a far cry from the other night.

So we are all sitting at the dinner table, practically the freaking Cleavers right?

But of course!

Until Oliver puts his head down and says, "Oh Dammit".

I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly. So I waited...

"Dammit!"

I was positive the second time. And again last night in bed, while camping outside his door for HOURS still (see the sleeping post below) we heard a litany of "Dammit, Dammit, Dammmmmiiiitttt" all in the cutest two year old sing song voice.

Of course we reprimanded his potty mouth. It's not like we are horrible parents or anything.

Then, I watched as my husband shut his foot in the door and proclaimed "DAMMIT!"

But its ok, because at least the baby stopped saying Fuck. I'll take Dammit anyday.

xoxo-

J.Danger