This past weekend Pete did us all a favor and took Corinne to a playground for a couple hours. On the way home, in his usual thoughtful way, he stopped at Dunkin's and got me a decaf iced mocha latte, which he then promptly spilled in its entirety all over the floor in the back of the Family Dorkster. When they got home (after buying me a replacement) Pete was out in the garage shop-vaccing the van while Corinne and I had the following conversation:
Me: Did dadda spill coffee in the car?
Corinne (somewhat solemnly): yeah
Me: Was he so mad?
Corinne: yeah
Me: Did he say "grumble grumble mumble fiddle faddle grumble"
Corinne (after thoughtful consideration): No, he said "F**k"
Oh dear.
When asked to repeat it again later to dadda, at least she downgraded it to "God Damn it" (with heavy emphasis on the damn it). And this is the child who never forgets anything. She's going to be such a hit at school.
Slacker Family Christmas Letter
11 years ago
4 comments:
Nice things you're teaching my granddaughter. It reminds me of Erin's first word. It was in front of her grandmother. When she said "What'd she say?", we had to think quick an told her "She said truck".
If she keeps talking like that, she might get to work in my office. Heck, she could even be a VP!
Remember when she didn't say anything at all?? Ahh, the good old days!
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