Tonight before FHE, such as it was, I was riffling through the kids’ art drawers, and I came across a paper, with the following spelled out in crayon:
butthed terd shuttdup (sic)
As I contemplated the fine literary budding of my oldest son, I found myself tickled with his grasp of the phonetics of the English language, and giggling with glee at his covert, naughty musings.
Hmmm, I wondered aloud, who could have written this? His head perked up like a meerkat, and I could practically see his ears turning red… Poor baby- he thought he was going to be in trouble, but DH and I were not even trying to contain our mirth, as we read his tome aloud.
He claims he was making a list of words we are not allowed to say in our house- just where he was going to post it, I can only imagine… and I find that totally acceptable. Wait till he discovers the unabridged Webster’s dictionary! Is there anyone who didn’t look up all the naughty words when they were a kid?? *sigh* another milestone… they grow up so fast.
(DH is taking the poem to work and pinning on the wall in his office… If I had an office, I would fight him for it!)