"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 Mooom!" 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.
