Monday, February 23, 2009

Our little sailor

I dropped a curse word along with a carton of blueberries in the kitchen on Sunday. Danny came in, took one look at the berries on the floor and loudly repeated "Bitch, son of a bitch."

Well, maybe he won't keep repeating it, I think. He probably doesn't understand the context, right? Wrong.

Later that day as he and Jim are working on replacing the air filters, Danny expresses his frustration with his little drill by clenching up and yelling, "Bitch. Son of a bitch."

On the bright side, he's learned an important concept - how to use words in the proper context.

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