Oh, it has happened. All
I should have known it was coming. So many times I have told Jas, "Just you wait until they say something at school. You will be the one going to that parent-teacher conference." Yea, I think I should be the one clearing my calendar...
So, the other day my mom comes to pick up Luke for a play day, and he has been stalking her at the kitchen window, waiting... As soon as she pulls up, he turns to me and says, with clinched fists raised in excitement, "HOLY CRAP! Mimi's here!!!!" Now, I am the worst disciplinarian in the history of the world- only because I think my children are so funny, and I cannot look them in the eye and keep a straight face when they have done something wrong that could be perceived as humorous. (I know it is a fault of mine. I am working on it...) So when he says this declaration, I just about spit my coffee across the room and then have to bite the inside of my cheeks until the are bleed-ing to stop myself from laughing. But he knows. He's seen that face before and he says, "Wha so fun-nee Momeee?" with the precious smile. Ugh! So have to keep a straight face and tell him "'Crap' is a very yucky word. We don't say that word." and he says, "Yes, oooooooonly when we play MarioKart."
So I should have known it was coming. Something was going to come out of his mouth at the wrong time at the wrong place. Sure enough. Today after school, we had to run a few errands- one of which was up to the little post office place run by this adorable old couple. They are so nice and cute and southern, I always expect to walk in there one day and see them sitting in rocking chairs, offering me a glass of homemade lemonade out of a mason jar... Well, I had quite a few tasks to accomplish while we were there and suggested that the kids play with the toys that they keep in little bucket by the counter. Luke and Miss O start playing with the blocks and get into a bit of a tiff, if you will. I tell the sweet women, "Excuse me" and dip down under the counter to try to stop the squabble as quickly as possible. I dig through the bucket and pull out an old beat up train. "Here, play with this!" I say through clinched teeth, trying not to loose it. To which my precious son replies, "No! That one's CRAP!" Oh, sweet Lord. I stand back up very slowly, scared of the look I will find on Mrs. Sweet Postal Lady's face. Yea. It was pretty awful. "Oh, ha, ha, silly kids! They say the darnest things," I say,
So we are almost finished, and I ask the kids to clean up and Luke wonders over to the rack of cardboard mailing tubes. One day, weeks ago, Luke was bugging the
Yes. Its official. I am the WORST Mommy in the whole world.
"Luke!" I yelled, "We DO NOT say that word!"
"Right. Oooooooooonly when we play MarioKart."
Needless to say, I didn't look that poor women in the eye for the rest of the trip. I was so embarrassed and fumbly, wanting to get the
Oh, the shame. The shame.