It was only a matter of time.
Dixie decided to eat her house specialty favorite, the "Judah Ankle Sandwich". Judah dragged Dixie along across the living room, she still clamped down on his ankle, he trying to pull himself along the back of the sofa.
With an exasperated look on his face, he said very calmly, "Mooooom! Get the damn dog!" My head whipped up and I asked, "What kind of dog?" Judah: "The DAMN dog." Big ear to ear grin. (Four year olds instinctively know when they've said a bad word.)
Thus began an explanation of how dams are used to block water and isn't it silly to name Dixie after a wall? He agreed and I haven't heard it since.
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