The kids were talking to my belly and trying to feel the baby kick when I asked Boyfriend, "What are you going to teach the baby about our family?? What does it need to know??"
And he was all: "We snuggle every morning in Mom and Dad's bed."
And I'm like... "Yeh... and??"
And he's like... "We always say, "Please and Thank you... we are all a team..."
And I'm all... "Anything else?"
And he's all... (face pushed up against my belly button), "We don't say, 'Shut up."
I crack a small smile because I understand what he is doing but he knows he isn't supposed to say it when he decides to continue... and drops a bomb.
Not just any bomb.
Through my belly button, which we all know is like a sibling phone connecting the outside world to the baby's little drums.
"And we don't say fuggin.... or damn it..... or fuggin damn it."
And that is why we will probably win Parent's of the Year.
Because our four year old understands that although you can say 'fuggin', and you can say 'damn it', and you can put them together and say 'fuggin' damn it'..... you should never actually say any of those words at all.