Henry: Oh sh*t. I forgot my water bottle.
Me: Wait…what?
Henry: Sh*t, I forgot my water bottle.
You should have seen his little seven-year-old, toothless, freckled-up face when he said it. He totally didn’t have a clue. On the upside, he is obviously picking up some incidental language somewhere.
We are aiming for the fences around here, folks…aiming for the fences.
no small thing 
I know I shouldn’t laugh, but I do find it hilarious. You have to love the incidental language… but wish it wasn’t of THAT type, lol!
Oops! At least he was innocent!
Oh dam*! Didn’t hear it from me 🙂 That is hilarious.
Love the smile – so cute!
Eh…rite of passage.
When Littlebit was three (and hardly verbal, really). She was struggling with removing her shirt before her bath. She proceeded to say, as play as day with a voice full of exasperation “I can’t get this da*n shirt off!”
Well, she couldn’t.
She was behind the Princess who proclaimed “Da*nit!” when falling down in BIg Daddy’s mom’s yard at about 18 months.
Yay Henry! He not only learned the word, but used it correctly – way to go!
Ahem. I mean, yikes! Henry, watch your mouth ;).
Gotta love the incidental language and the innocence. My Bear once sat back after breakfast and said, “Da*n that was good.” We still have no clue where he heard that… but soooo funny and kinda cute. 🙂
Soooo funny and all part of growing up I guess! Sorry, I really couldn’t help but chuckle, my bad!!