Dammit

I have officially taught the little guy his first naughty word. I was looking up possible preschools for him and realized I missed the application date for all the recommended places in the area, so called my trusted co-rookie-mom Lara to complain about being the worst mom in the world. So, maybe I said "Dammit!" OK, maybe I screamed it. Guess what he repeated for an hour?

After countless reminders to get my mouth in check, I am now admitting Matt was right. But honestly, I don't really care that much. It could have been *tons* worse. In terms of bad words, this is pretty PG. Plus, I figure it'll give him some street cred if he goes to preschool in the fall as a two-year-old. Too early? If I wait another year imagine the colorful language he'll have picked up from me by then.