Today was a busy day. Playgroup in the morning, drop off to visit the Grandparents in from the Big City after. In between required stops at the gas station, health food store, and back home to retrieve a forgotten item.
I am more than frazzled. In addition to the craziness I am coping with a regression in Charlotte's behaviour.
I let the f-bomb slip at an inconsiderate driver who did not care that I was tired, frazzled and had a brain running around in a million different directions.
Emmett looked up at me with his big, soulful brown eyes.
""F*ck me" is a bad word, isn't it?"
I said yes, then quickly said I shouldn't have said it and that HE certainly shouldn't say it.
"You shouldn't say "F*ck you" either, right Mom?"