Monday, July 1, 2013

Potty Mouth

The boys are still up at my Mom's house.  They're coming home tomorrow so I called to check on things and see if we were all set for the hand-off.  Everything is fine, having a great time, it went too fast, etc.

Then Mom says, "You know, they've picked up your swearing."

Oh.   Shit.

Me: "Really?" <pause> <panic> "Who said what?"

Mom: "Well, it was Tom, and he said 'Oh, God!'"

 <waiting> <waiting>

Me: "Oh, that's it??  I mean, yeah, I'll talk to him about that.  He should know better...."

Dodged.  A.  Bullet.

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