Let me preface this post with a warning (and grandmothers, this basically means YOU): Do NOT read any further if you will go blind upon seeing/hearing the F-word.
This morning, I was in the kitchen washing breakfast dishes while Max sat watching television in the next room. As I did my chores, I looked down and noticed that the dog was licking a sippy cup that Max had left on the floor.
"Stop it, Abbey!" I scolded her.
Max wandered into the room. "What did she do, Mommy?" he asked.
"She was licking your cup," I replied.
"That fucking Abbey," he said, shaking his head in disappointment.
I seriously don't know where he gets this stuff, but I for one plan to watch my mouth a little more closely in the future. Sheesh.
3 years ago