Apparently, my sweet soon-to-be three year old boy Adam is listening. Listening to everything that comes out of every one's mouth and repeating it. Here are some things I have heard lately:
Me: "Adam, it's time to start pooping on the potty"
Him: "really? that's weird"
Me: "Adam, look at this cool book!"
Him: "oh my god!" (much to my dismay)
Me: "you are a silly goose"
Him "no, I Adam"
As I flush the toilet I hear "good job Mommy" As Paul climbs down the ladder "good job Daddy"
Aunt Sarah visits and is greeted with "wow, nice car Sarah"
On the way to the world's largest yard sale, he had a poopy diaper.
Me: "Adam, what do you want to get at the yard sale"
Him: " a diaper change"
Upon leaving the doctors office,
Me: "Adam, you have an ear infection"
Him: "Oh, crap" (yikes, I will take the blame on that, saying crap is a downfall of mine)
Me: "do you want to go on the rides?"
Him: "yeah, but I need some money"
Me: "Adam, where is your favorite place to go" (expecting Disney World, Chuck-E-Cheese, maybe church)
Him: "Target"
So often I find myself saying "that's my boy", and just as often saying "where did he come from?" Oh, the joys!
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