Since we already know from a previous post that I enjoy a few childish moments from time to time, I feel compelled now to confess of the apparent consequence of said childish moment. I seize every possible teaching moment with my children, and so this morning I was doing drills with Dear Son. Whatever object he picked up became a quiz about its size, shape, color, etc. He was running about the room practicing his 80 yard passes with his "hoffa" (which means football, and I have no idea why--he is capable of saying it ....s...l...o....w....l....y....: "foot. ball." but as soon as he puts it together quickly, it is "hoffa" again). At any rate, he was practicing his "hoffa" passes across the length of the downstairs playroom...and beaming a few off his sister's head in the process...and at one point I stopped him and asked him what color his football is. He stopped in mid pass and paused a moment to think before he pulled the football back close to his body and tapped it with his little baby index finger, and then stated with confidence, "Turd!"
Great. I've created a monster. Now Dear Son refers to every brown object as "Turd!"