I don't take my 3 year old to the store often because it is torture for my soul. But I had a moment of insanity and chose to take him to Hobby Lobby with me. As the employee cut my fabric we talked about how we both had 3 sons. The lady next to me began talking about the adoption of the sweet infant baby girl in her carrier. During this nice conversation I noticed the employee give a little gasp and glare at my darling son. I quickly thought of what could have caused a reaction such as this. I realized that my innocent child had just said, "You stupid *itch!" I was in shock as the wave of embarrassment crept up my neck. Devin does not speak clearly yet so I thought it must be a mistake. My darling little son would never say such words! I blurted out, "That's not what he said! We don't talk that way!" I don't know if they believed me but we laughed before I walked away with what was left of my motherly pride.
Later I told Madison and my husband my tale of shame. They laughed and laughed! And then Madison reminded me that my husband does talk that way. You see, my dear husband, finds it humorous to call our dog *itch. Such as, "You're such a good *itch!" And, "Do you want a puppy treat, *itch?"
Seriously, why does the Dad get to teach the bad manners and the mother pays for it?!