"Oh, Ship."

You see this cutie-pie right here (the 22-month-old one rubbing her sister's head)?

Well, that cutie-pie unintentionally wreaked a bit 'o havoc today.

First, she accidentally knocked over the small nightstand in our master bedroom, thereby dumping the glass lamp onto the floor, where it, of course, shattered.

Next, she managed to reach a cup of coffee I had on the kitchen table (darn booger is getting too tall!) Thankfully, it was in a styrofoam cup, so there was no breakage. Only spillage.

And finally, she very accidentally kicked a dinner plate to the kitchen floor when she was in Daddy's arms for an enthusiastic hug a little too close to the counter. Shattering ensued--again.

Now, accidents do happen, so that's not really the main attraction in this here blog post. No, the main attraction happens to be the two little words Chica said following a couple of the incidents. And those two little words would be...

"Oh, ship."

I'm pretty sure I could pass it off as "shirt" or "sip" or something of the like--if the stinker didn't appropriately add "oh" to the beginning.

Oopsies.

Better watch our mouths.

Though for the record, I blame the hubby.

I mean, doesn't he look like trouble??

Scratch that. The pair of them look like trouble.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's installment of Potty Mouthed Parents.

Or maybe just tune in for fun about the familia in town for a visit.

Happy Hump Day, peeps!

P.S. In case Child Protective Services is reading, the hubby and I really do have pretty stand-up language 99% of the time. I swear (but not swear swear...oh, never mind, I give up.)