Here's the scoop: We're pretty good about not swearing in front of the kids. Disregard this post. Anyway, for the most part they believe that "stupid" and "hate" and "Oh my God" are bad words.
As in,
"Mommy! So and so naughtiest kid at school said a bad word! He said 'stupid'!"
As in,
"Mommy! Jimmy Johnson (Ella's invisible friend) pushed me! And he says ALL the bad words like 'stupid' and 'hate' and 'Oh my God.'"
"Ella, why do you hang out with Jimmy Johnson if he's so naughty?"
"Mommy, I have NO idea."
And I would like to take this moment to thank Nemo for teaching them the word, "hate." You know what I'm talking about right? You do if your kids have forced you to watch Nemo 54 gazillion times. It's when Nemo's dad tells him not to go past the drop off and so Nemo whispers, "I hate you," right before he does it anyway. For a while Ella was saying it all the time. Lunchtime: "I hate strawberry jelly!" Naptime: "I hate my room!" Bathtime: "I hate shampoo!" Super awesome. Thank you Pixar. And Disney. I can always count on you.
Anyway, I'm taking down the paper wall in the basement because we're moving. Good bye, paper wall, I will miss you!
Peyton is hanging out with me, building with his Lincoln Logs.
"About twenty. Are you excited?"
"Yeah!"
"And you and Ella will probably share a room for a while. That will be cool."
"Yeah! SUCKAS!"
Suckas? As in Mr. T? Long pause. Because I already know the answer to:
"Hey Peyton, where did you learn that word?"
Huge smile. "You!"
Yep.
I'm so proud.
