So, the other day, the boy and I were having a bit of a TV negotiation. He likes to shout demands from behind me on the couch, usually things I don’t want him to watch, which unfortunately he can see as choices on netflix. He’ll see some random cartoon and be all, “I WANNA WATCH THE KIDS IN THE FLYING BOOOAAAT!” But toobadsosad for him, I like to have already seen what he watches. This particular day it was, “I WANNA WATCH THE ELF! THE ELF!” Unfortunately, he was not referring to Elf, he wanted, The Happy Elf. I sighed and prepared my usual response when I saw that it said, “Harry Connick Jr. Presents, “The Happy Elf”. I guess I was feeling weak, but I also thought, ” Hey, Harry’s got kids! He’s got my back!” I figured it would probably have really good music, too, and Clark loves music!
Well. I promise I’m not exaggerating when I say that within the first 30 seconds the Girl told the Boy to shuttup, in the snottiest tone possible. Clark GASPED. Then he goes, “MAMA. She said shut up!” We had a little talk about how that’s not a nice word and I just walked away. Yes, I could have shut it off, but that would have resulted in hysterics I was not feeling like enduring.
Later that night, out of nowhere, Clark tells me, “I said shuttup at preschool.”
Awesome.
Me: “Oh no, Clarkie. That’s not a nice word. Who did you say it to?”*
Clark: “…”
Me: “Did Teacher Jill have anything to say about it?”
Clark: “…”
GAH. Toddlers. AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?? FOR FECKS SAKE.
* I’m fairly certain, “To whom did you say it” would have yielded similar results.
Oh, noes! At least he came clean about it! Liam has started saying things under his breath and then refusing to repeat them. It usually sounds like “stupid” and “jeez” (although he swears he’s saying “cheese.”)
Audrey has been informing Maggie that you can’t say poop or fart at school. But apparently it’s open season on calling your mom PoopHead at home.