Bad Word Mamma!

Ok, I will preface this with, and you should know before you begin this read, these are not words from MY mouth, this time it was not my slip up and it's not a story like that or about that. So don't get all excited yo, this is just a general, how funny is my child story for like the zillionth time. So sit back, relax and maybe smile for a second...

Oh how I love when the Littlest comes running in the room, announcing to me and whoever else will listen that someone has just said a bad word. I do. I love it. Now, you could look at it like, 'he should not even know the word to know it's bad' and well, I guess that's true. But these are not words like H***, S***, D***, or worse yet, the F Bomb. These are words like 'stupid' and 'poodes' (one of his school buddies slang word for 'poop') which we have now banned from the house as all the boys fall into fits of laughter when this word is emitted from one's mouth. Just the sound of the word, "poodes (like Poo+Des) is enough to make one smile. A mamma cannot be seen smiling or it encourages the fits of laughter. How unfair to make my smile go inside! To turn around is a sure sign the smile is being hidden and laughter gets more pronounced...so turning around to hide the smiling is forbidden. The mamma must stand there, stock still, thinking of horrible things like shots and needles and bees, all things the mamma strongly dislikes so not to smile. -----

So he's watching (and I quote) "Thomas and the Magic and the Railroad" (as opposed to Thomas and the Magic Railroad) and they say the word stupid in there at least once. He knows this is a 'bad' word. I think from school. As soon as I caught on that he knew it was 'bad' I ran with it, and showed my agreement, "yes Littlest, it IS a bad word, we don't use that word". To which he replies, "We use good words like thank you and God bless you" yes, right, we do, um hmm (God bless you? ok..) He runs into the room, where I am helping with homework and the Oldest review and he again announces, "momma, bad word, they said a bad word, I'm not saying it, I'm NOT!" uh, ok......"good job Littlest, that's right, what did they say?" Testing...testing....then he says, "I'm not saying it member?" Ah..right...I "member". And he looks at me and smiles and calmly walks away. What a bubba dubba. Why do I love him so much?

So we are working on days of the week, learning to describe himself (really working on teaching descriptives on his level), and counting to 20 which he's got down pretty good except for 17-20. He's amazing to me, we've been going on bike rides, he on his 'trike' and me on my bike and when I think about a year ago, life has changed drastically. The Oldest helps him become more independant every day. Yes while he irritates the S*** out of him, they are definitely friends and the Oldest will do anything for the Littlest and is WAY more loving to him than the Littlest is to him. The Littlest is not so very affectionate. I have learned not to be affected or get hurt feelings about this anymore, it's just the way he is. When he wants his hugs, he'll come and get them.

I know the day will come when the bad words will be much worse so for now, I'm counting my lucky stars they are just what they are. They both make me just smile. :)