Uh-oh

You have a fun game you like to play with Daddy lately. It's the typical game where you sit on Daddy's bent legs and he bounces and rocks you in the air like an amusement park ride. It's also a fabulous workout for Daddy. The most amusing parts are when you BEG to be tickled ("Tickle, tickle!" while pointing to your side or chest), or ask Daddy to "Bite!" where he nibbles on your pajama-clad feet and roars. *sigh* Children.

So in the midst of your playing last night, Daddy remembered something he'd forgotten to do in preparation for our gardener's visit today. He promptly proclaimed, "Sh*t!" And you promptly repeated it. And grinned.

Your first curse word. I'm so proud.