Monkey See, Monkey Do...

...Or in this case, monkey hear, monkey say.

This morning Jed was sitting on our bed with my husband watching TV. He asked for a cup of milk which my husband got for him.

After a few sips, Jed pointed out that it was dripping. My husband grabbed the cup and said "Here we need to get you a new cup. This one is f***ed. (He is not known for censorship, needless to say.)

As I was reaching for the cup, I quietly mentioned that he might want to watch what he says which was met with rolled eyes (okay so he didn't physically roll his eyes at me but I could tell by the look on his face, he might as well have been.)

As I walk out of the room, I hear Jed say "Daddy, that f***ed".

I bit my tongue and tried to stifle laughter as I left the two of them to deal with it and although I didn't say it, had my husband seen my face, he would have clearly seen "I told you so."


*I suppose this could be in honor of Cursing Mama's birthday. Her blog tagline is "Teaching my kids the English language, one colorful word at a time."