It’s happened.
I have been waiting for this day.
We were getting out of the van after a play date with a new friend in Gurnee (through Ravelry) and were about to walk into the library to check out some books on weight training. I was juggling Audrey in one arm and had the cell phone up to the ear checking in with Ivan, trying to close the sliding door, lock all the doors. I asked Audrey to grab my wallet that was tucked in my armpit of the arm that had the cell phone to the ear. She couldn’t get it quick enough before it made an escape through the rear and fell to the slushy concrete.
And out it came, “Shit!”
And lo and behold, little Audrey Anne in her adorable two year old chatter voice responded with, “Shit.”
I couldn’t help but laugh (even though this isn’t really humorous and many of you are probably gawking at my parenting and lack of wisdom), a raucous laugh. It was so funny and hit a funny bone (which really is more about feeling nervous kind of bone).
I will have to reign in my potty mouth.
It may be too late.
Can’t you see Audrey Anne in Sunday school and Pastor Eloise is teaching her how to lay hands on someone and when they accidentally drop the Bible Audrey says, “Shit”? Oh dear. I will be mortified. That in itself is motivation to clean up my mouth.