We all pile in the car to get me to work… and I turn the key…
Click.
Me: The batteries dead.
Little Man: Oh fuck.
My wife and I both spin around to look at this little man buckled in his car seat, "What did you say?"
Little Man: Oh fuck.
Gatinha: Where did you hear that?
Little Man: From you, Daddy.
[cough, er, gah, mumble can't imagine when, cough cough]
Gatinha: Well, that's an inappropriate word, and if you hear anyone say it, even papae, you tell them not to use that inappropriate word, ok?
Me: Yeah, cough, ahem.
There is just no hope of me making it to work on time not once this week. My older son borrowed the car and left the lights on. FORTUNATELY I had cables in my trunk.
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So my little four year old drops the "F" bomb this morning...
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