But one day, possibly soon, he will have words, and I will be kicking myself for not stopping the flow of obscenities that so naturally come to me in times of panic.
The husband says I should stop saying words that I do not want him to say. That is much easier said than done. My saint-like husband has cursed exactly seven times in his life, and twice that word was 'crap.'
He is right, though. The boy is pretty smart, and I'm fairly certain he will go straight past one-word exclamations to full on sentences. And then I will be in trouble. Lots and lots of trouble.