Last week, we enjoyed copious amounts of snow. The boys and I went tromping around in it. In some places, the snow reached as high as the top of Flynn's boots. Snowballs were made and thrown. A tiny snowman was stomped into oblivion. Good times were had be all.
After outdoor snowy time, the three of us came in to enjoy some hot chocolate. Flynn, being Flynn, spilled his all over the table and floor. As I was reaching for a paper towel, Drake says,
"Oh, damn it."
I wasn't sure how to respond. I remember all of the advice says to not freak out, or laugh, or respond in any way, really. I said to him, "Um, Drake, what did you just say?"
"I said damn it."
I remained calm, trying not to laugh. "I thought so." I proceeded to tell him that damn was a grown-up word and that he should use darn. He didn't seem too excited about that. Such is life. I'm sure I'll be hearing more in the future. I'm surprised he made it this long.
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