C-A-T

One additional thing about being a mother of a few kids, sadly, is the uncontrollable urge to swear (not at the kids, but you know, just because more kids kinda equals less tolerance for nonsense), even though I am not a person that would ever swear in conversation.

And because I have kids that do repeat a lot of the things that I say – you remember the time that they started saying damn energy, damn energy? – now when I am discussing particularly anger-inducing subjects, I will spell out certain ‘choice’ words.

Last night, as we were eating dinner, I was spelling out a word to my husband, when my son interrupted us to say “ahhh-sss-sss, hey! what does aassss mean?” Ummm, yeah – we just laughed that one off and completely avoided the question, but more importantly, he can S-P-E-L-L!

We were so happy about it, I totally forgot what made me mad in the first place! The next hour was filled with “spell cat, spell bat, spell dad, spell mug, spell every-3-letter-word-except-the-aforementioned-choice-word.

My 4 year old is officially reading! Yeah!