Potty Mouth...not Potty-Trained

(Not meant for sensitive readers...)

If I didn't want my kids to know what I was talking about, I would spell out words... Ryan and I would have almost this secret code between us -- when talking about something serious or secretive while the kids were around. Example. Did S-A-N-T-A buy the gift or did W-E? That works for a while...until your kid learns to read and suddenly, she answers back: What did Santa buy?

After that phase ended, it was evident that conversations not meant for children ears would have to be held in private OR, until after bedtime. I wish I would have had that in mind during those moments when I would drop the S-bomb around my son.

Thinking that he didn't know what I was saying or even pick it up, I internally reprimanded myself to not do that again. And then it would happen. I'd drop my phone. Forget to replace the toilet paper. Get splashed while doing dishes. Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit.

And then it really happened. While sitting out in the lanai for dinner last night, my little innocent 3-year-old knocks over his cup of water to which he then responds with a hand on his cheek: Oh Shit.

Quickly to clean it up and get out of the room to belt out a laugh, I couldn't believe I heard those two words come from his mouth. To not make a big deal and draw attention to it, I did not bring it up. He didn't say it again.

Until now.

While playing Batman with him, my necklace got caught on the hook of his toy and when I turned, the Batman tower fell over. Like a knee-jerk reaction, Ronan's first words in response were: Oh Shit. Softly, I said to him, "What did you say?" And nonchalantly, he responds, "I say Oh Shit." Like it was nothing. I didn't respond back. I honestly don't know what to say. And now, being that I had to run to the computer to blog about it, it's too late to bring it back up.

I'm thinking I'll just tell him it's not a nice thing to say the next time it comes up and hope that it doesn't interfere in our everyday conversation again.