HH and Sydney were in the living room watching the Cardinals. HH, obviously upset with a certain play, busted out with "How the (insert "f" word) did he miss that?" From my bedroom, I yelled back, "HH, language!"
Then, I brought Sydney into my room, and I said, "The next time Dad says something like that, I give you permission to repeat it back to him."
She blushed and said, "I can't say THAT word, that's like taboo. I would feel funny saying THAT word."
A few minutes later, she came back in and said, "You know what you said about me having permission to repeat dad's bad words back to him...Does that mean I can do that to you, too...Cause you know you say the "s" word a lot."
She put me in my place...busted by a 12-year-old!!!
Touche, Sydney, Touche!
Syd just got done reading my entry and reminded me what she said when she left the room...
Syd: Sorry, God!
Me: What are you sorry for?
Syd: For the bad words that I might say in the future.
I love this kid!!!!!!