One Last Tidbit

I wanted to hurry and add something before I forget. Tucker did the funniest thing the other day and didn't think a thing of it. McKinlee was asleep when I got home from picking Tucker up at preschool. I grabbed her and went inside to lay her down, leaving Tucker to fend for himself. Tucker was sauntering up the sidewalk with his backpack, talking to himself, as I headed back toward the door to check on him. It's my favorite thing to listen when the kids think they're all alone because that's when the funniest stuff comes out. I was not disappointed!

Tucker's looking at the ground and walking really slow when I hear him say, "Stinky, nasty, son of a bit*h." Not yelling, mind you...just matter of fact. I couldn't believe my ears! Then I refused to believe them. When he came in I asked him what he'd just said and he told me the "stinky" part. I said, "Didn't you say stinky, nasty something?" He said, "I didn't say nasty Mom, just stinky son of a bit*h". I said, "We're not supposed to use words like that." He said, "But Mom, I was just talking to that plant (our rose tree that is patiently waiting to be planted by the front door)." Needless to say, we had a little talking to about the use of those words. I guess they really are paying attention...to YATES! (wink, wink) I'd never use such words, especially around the kids!