"MOUTHING" OFF

For the past couple of days Matthew has been saying something that -- until today -- I couldn't quite figure out. The simple 2-word phrase, which he only says when he either drops something or can't seem to find what he's looking for, didn't really make sense to me at first. "Oh sit!" he says with extreme conviction.



"Oh sit Mommy! I dropped my car!"

"Oh sit! Where'd purple 'queen' go?" - his nickname for a black race car that looks like Lightning McQueen.

"Oh sit! I need my water ..." and so on and so forth ...

Well, as you all can guess, Matthew isn't saying "Oh sit!" In actuality he's saying the S dash-dash-dash word. "Oh SH--!"

In my defense, I can honestly say that Matt and I are VERY careful about our language around him, so I really am not quite sure where he's picked up on this lovely phrase. Granted, there may have been a few, under-our-breath, unknowing slips, but nothing so recent as to bring this new habit upon us. Needless to say, when I was changing his diaper today, and he dropped his car for the hundreth time, "Oh SH-T" came out as clear as day.

Flabbergasted at (1.) the profanity itself and (2.) at my ridiculous naiveness for not catching on sooner to the pronunciation, I immediately told Matthew to KNOCK OFF WITH THE LANGUAGE!! I'm sure this will not be the last time we'll be scolding him for inappropriate words. I just hope it doesn't come up for a LONG time!

BTW - no baby yet ... believe it or not. And yes, the whole wives' tale about Mexican food inducing labor is a load of crap! All I reaped from the creamy chicken enchilada was a heck of a tummy ache and a severe case of the night sweats!