Holy Shit Cow. Will has a favorite cuss word. It's hilarious to hear him say it. He actually and regrettably uses it correctly. The very first time he tried his gummy vitamins he fell to the floor with joy and rolled around stating "Holy Shit, Holy Shit". He loved them that much.
I had to sorta ignore it. Pretend he was saying something else. Also I had to ignore it because I was worried about him realizing it was something we don't like and he would then do it.
Yesterday he announced it again. I finally told him we don't say that. He promptly responded with Holy Cow. I beamed. I told him that was correct. We say Holy Cow instead. I then told him what my parents told me when I was little and they were trying to curb my cussing. They told me that cussing was bad because it made you look stupid. It of course it worked for me. Did it work for Will? I told him just that, "we don't cuss because it makes us sound stupid". He shot back with a very excited "Stupid, stupid, stupid!". Hmmm. Not sure.
This morning at breakfast he said it again. Apparently he really liked his banana with peanut butter. I told him again, no, we don't say that. I resorted to telling him that on top of it making us look stupid, Gamma would be upset to hear it. He sorta accepted that. He told me also that its what Daddy says. It took everything in me not to laugh hysterically. I told him we say Holy Cow and he gave me Holy Shit, Cow.
So now this begins. Teaching a two year old not to say Holy Shit when that's the perfect thing to say. Also curbing our own language. Holy Cow.
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