Allan is beginning to form sentences and his vocabulary is increasing. Remember, he is classic type A. He doesn't like to have sticky hands, sit at a messy table or wear dirty clothes. Those are a few examples. Well, yesterday afternoon, he was drinking peach tea from a 20 oz water bottle. A bit dribbled on his shirt and he said to my dismay, "Awwwwwwwwwwwww Shit!" I just stared at him stunned. I explained to him it wasn't a nice word.
Then, on our way to Ricky's baseball practice, his bike was in the back of our SUV. The bike would sway side to side and make a noise. He'd say, "Awwwwwwwwwwwwww Shit, bike!" I said, "Allan, stop saying that word." He said, "No, Mommy!" Ricky chimes in and says to him, "Mommy is going to wash you mouth out with soap."
Then, on our way to Ricky's baseball practice, his bike was in the back of our SUV. The bike would sway side to side and make a noise. He'd say, "Awwwwwwwwwwwwww Shit, bike!" I said, "Allan, stop saying that word." He said, "No, Mommy!" Ricky chimes in and says to him, "Mommy is going to wash you mouth out with soap."
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Sounds like your Ricky is a lot like my Dan. He feels a need to step in as a fatherly figure at times and correct the younger ones. Hey, every little bit helps, right?
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