Little Shit, Baby Shit and I were on the floor where I was reading a book to them. Apparently Baby Shit found the book boring because she got up and started marching around, playing with dolls and doing some more marching. I was focused on reading the book, and the racket she made became that droning noise in the background that parents associate with another child talking but block it out.
came out of the kitchen and asked if I was listening to what Baby Shit
was saying. Of course not, but I tuned in at that. The droning noise
became.... "Sonovabitch! *stomping feet as Baby Shit marched*
...SonnnnovaBITCH! ...Sonovabiiittch!" *stomp stomp*
and I stared at one another with our eyes bugging out of our heads. Of
course Nana walked in on the loudest "SONOVABITCH!"
I covered my face with the book and tried to smother my giggles. Sonovabiiittch!" *stomp stomp*
Little Shit kept trying to pull the book down and finally asked me if I
was laughing because the book was funny. That threw me into a giggling
"Sonovabiiittch!" *stomp stomp*
distracted Baby Shit and the Sonovabiiittch!" *stomp stomp* train
ended. When I lowered the book and uncovered my face Nana was glaring at
me. WTF? Like I'm the only one that says 'Son of a bitch!' in our
Nana: "Well, she sure does have some colorful
language. Just the other day I said 'shit' and who do you think repeated
it?" Another glare.
Me: "Well, shit, if you stopped cussing all the damn time maybe my girls wouldn't have the vocabulary of a fucking sailor."
Baby Shit: "SHIT!" Of course that earned me another glare.
In related news, I've already opened my first wine bottle of the day.