Munckin: “Do you cry when you cut your fingers?”
Grandpa: “No, but I might curse.”
Munchkin: “What is curse?”
Me: “It means he might say a bad word.”
Munchkin: “Oh. You mean like fudge monkey popsicle?”
I only have myself to thank for that. After all I was the one who let him go to the farm with a bunch of guys. I guess it could be worse. At least they didn't use “actual” curse words.
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Wow. Consider yourself lucky if he only uses those kinds of words...
heeheee.
Dang girl....I am impressed. I applaud your parenting abilities :)
I taught my daughter the word "BS" when she was 2. She used it at a family reunion. Uh huh....
Fudge Monkey Posicle!? LOL- Tot 2 runs around the house saying "sit!" Thankfully he can't say the 'h' yet.
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