Sass and I bonded yesterday. It was a real "mother/son moment" fit for a Hallmark Card super-imposed over a picture of some soppy-eyed baby playing with white doves.
Daddy is out of town, you see, so we are down a pair of hands (among other things). The breakfast rush was over and the 1st attempt of the morning to clothe their shameless nakedness was coming to a close. I was sitting on the stairs looking for one of Sprinkles shoes that had mysteriously disappeared (those damn sock stealing gnomes have gotten uppity and moved on to bigger quarry) with Sass standing off to one side catching the end of his morning cartoons.
"Well..." I said and stopped because what was coming next was not suitable for younger viewers.
"Crap, Mommy?" Sass chimed in.
I looked up, a bit surprised. At about the same moment, Sass realized his mistake and started to look a little nervous.
"Yep, buddy. That sounds about right. Nice usage and understanding of connotation." He looked relieved. "But remember... your teachers really wouldn't like you to use that word. Oh, and don't say it in front of Daddy. Then we'll both get in trouble." He nodded seriously and turned back to Jake and The Neverland Pirates.
Maybe I'm too lax.
Maybe I'm just tired.
Maybe it was relief that he hadn't used any number of overheard choice phrases.
Or maybe I saw the understanding in his eyes that "crap" was not the best choice of words and was satisfied with that.
Also.... the fact that he used it so correctly is totally my fault.... aaaand makes me a little proud. Tee-hee.