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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