(My mom is already freaking out. It’s okay Mommio, I promise)
Lately, I’ve noticed a certain phrase keeps popping up in our home.
The soon-to-be-six-year-old uses it masterfully…
muttering it under his breath with a scowl
shouting it in wide-eyed dismay
barking it through a well-practiced pout
In what can only be described as a kindergartener cussword; I give you:
Try it out here…
when Mom busts you drawing on your face with a Sharpie:
Or when when you get hit in the “bumps” by a wayward baseball:
Or when Momma tells you “step away from the ladder son… step away”.
When you discover that your *ahem* footchies are much louder when you sit on the wood display at Cabela’s… and the man in the next aisle HEARS you discover that…
When your Mom loses sight of you for 1.4 seconds in the store and then totally busts you hiding in a storage ottoman with May-May…
Try it for when you kick your ball up on Grandpa’s roof…
But it’s versatile enough for the victory dance when he gets it down…
And homeruns definitely qualify for an
(even if you do run right past home and run straight to momma because she’s cheering and clapping so hard that you have to hug her RIGHT THEN. And even if your uniform does look like is says, “CRAPPERS”… when it really says “SCRAPPERS”. Yeah… OH BABIES!)
And Mommy? Had an OH BABIES moment when a bird in severe gastrointestinal distress found her car… 10 minutes after the car wash.