I knew the day was going to come when N would swear through mimicking us. What I did not expect was that it would be me she would micmic. For some reason I always thought it would be Owen. I should have known better, since I grew up around a dad who has the worse potty mouth of anyone I know.
A couple of days ago I was reaching on the top of shelf in the cupboard for a bowl for her lunch. What I should have done was gotten my step stool but instead I decided to reach and reach putting more weight then I should have on the shelf itself. Well said shelf gave out, crashed down onto my good glasses..my good, expensive, discontinued pattern glasses. I said "Shit" and my little parrot just happened to be right at my feet at the time staring up at what was going on and looks at me and says "Shit".
My first reaction was 'must.not.laugh.must.not.laugh' and then after I'd managed not to, I smiled and said "No honey, mum should have said "shoot"'. Of course my little angel giggled at me, did not repeat the word (or say "shit" again for that matter) and instead ran off to bang away on her Fridge Farm.
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