Oliver's Short Lived Swearing Habit

Oliver picked up a little swearing habit for a few days this summer.

His word of choice?

Dammit.

It was first heard while playing in the sprinklers.

My mom said she thought she heard it. I didn't believe her. I'm constantly forgetting that she is always right.

He next used the word while at Grandma Childs' house eating pineapple sherbet. He lost a spoonful of it on the table in front of him and very calmly said, "Dammit, I dropped my ice cream."

I laughed inside, and then had a talk with him about good words and bad words. I think we've got things under control again.