The verbal sponge that is my beloved daughter, unknowingly sopped up a dirty word tonight.
I was giving her a bedtime bottle in the nursery when Daddy accidentally broke a glass in the kitchen and let out a very loud and clear, "s***."
Chica calmly removed her bottle and repeated the word, pretty darn accurately.
:(
In poor Daddy's defense, he'd worked a very long day--with more work to tackle in the evening hours--and had co-battled Chica through a very squirmy dinner out. And he never cusses. And I really do mean never. In fact, I'm the sailor of the family (true, though hard to believe, I know). So it's too bad she mimicked him first. The odds were definitely in my favor--ha.
Oh well. Here's hoping she'll forget it without another mention. And here's hoping you'll forget it if I show you this cutie-pie pic of her watching her beloved Sofia on one of Mams's pillows.
Tomorrow I'm gonna post a list of Chica's approved words so far, and we'll just forget about this here post :)
Happy Thursday, peeps!
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