Henry the Potty Mouth

It's been a busy morning here today. I've got two big stories I'm working on and the constant demand for Mama Leche has been throwing me off a bit. It's like, I'm in a groove, pleeeeeease don't need anything for a while. Babies just don't work that way though.

Anyway, I came in from a nursing session to pick up on my article, zoning out the loud "Choo Choo's!!!" coming out of Gabe's room when all of a sudden my Mommy Ears heard, "Oh, $hit! Get out of the way!"

"Gabriel! What did you just say?"

A blank stare looked back at me.

"Did you say '$hit'?"

Realizing this wasn't going well, Gabe interjected, "Henry said '$hit', Mommy. Not me.'"

"Well you tell Henry that that is a very bad word, and we don't say it, okay?"

Massive amounts of wailing followed. 

"Gabriel, you aren't in trouble. Just don't say that word."

Wailing continues.

Time to zone out again... Let's hope Gabe and Henry the Train behave themselves this afternoon.