Tonight, we were driving home from a lovely visit with my dear friend Ben. It was dark out which was new and exciting for a two and a half year old who doesn’t really remember what it was like to be out in the dark nighttime, around 7pm.
“More Ben, more eating, more nighttime” Spenser said, which told me he’d had a nice time. He was drinking water in his car seat. Then I heard him say “Oh crap.”
Me: What did you say?
Sp: Oh Crap.
Me: What does that mean?
Sp: Mama said it.
Oops. I called my sister and she confirmed, I say “Oh crap” a lot. It’s not swearing exactly, but it’s not so nice. Crap. I need a new curse word.
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