Potty Mouth

Eliot's vocabulary is exploding. He is able to repeat nearly every word you can throw at him. Except Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I tried. He's saying things like 'cinnamon,' 'don't like it,' and 'please wash it'. He will even say, 'I'm mad,' before falling apart in a tantrum.

So of course, we have had to be a bit more careful when it comes to some of the more colorful language we like to use. And I'm sorry, but I really enjoy swearing. Yes, it is easy, and juvenile, and sometimes small-minded. But it is part of my vernacular, and I'm finding it somewhat difficult to completely drop it. And spelling things like, "D-a-m-m-i-t, I am so mother f-u-c-k-i-n-g p-i-s-s-e-d'ed," just doesn't have the same effect. So yes, Eliot has repeated some of the tougher words found in the English language. And yes, it was funny, but not something I would encourage.

But what's really funny are the unintentional mis-steps. Words like dump truck and sit are common examples of words children tend to mispronounce to hilarious effect. For Eliot, that word is popsicle, pronounced, Pop-asshole. Or more like POP-ASSHOLE! POP-ASSHOLE! PLEEEEEEEAAAAASE!

When we were in Pennsylvania, the only thing he would eat was popsicles due to his double ear /throat infection. If you are familiar with my sick child policy, you know that all bets are off when 104 degree temperatures start a raging, so I happily obliged all requests. And were there ever so many. Did I mention that my entire extended family of in-laws was present for Mr. Potty-Mouth's pop-asshole demands?

To top it all off, we call my grandfather Pop. And Pop is the king of the trash mouth. He uses the phrase 'son-of-a-bitch' as an exclamation (SON of a BITCH!), as a noun (He's a son of a bitch), an adjective (This son of a bitchin' stove), and a verb (I son of a bitched him). Pop is the king of the swear, and he taught us all quite well, so it is only fitting that his image is conjured up every time Eliot demands a frozen treat.