Sunday, September 13, 2009
Michael: hey Mom, do you smell something that smells like ass?
Me: *chokes on lemonade* Umm. No (thinks: should I reprimand him on saying ass? Where did he pick up that word?)
Michael: Are you sure because I REALLY smell something like ass.
Me: Honey- lets not use that work ok?
Michael: uh...ok (leaves the room)
So now I am sure the cats have had an accident somewhere and I begin the search. Upstairs. Downstairs. Armed with my Nature's Miracle spray to remove the offending "ass odor".
As I stomp around I am getting increasingly annoyed at his word choice. What happened to butt, poop, or hiney? How did we arrive at ASS? When did we make that quantum leap?
Michael finds me in the hall.
Michael: Hey mom, I found the smell. Its a fire outside. I love the smell of ASS--I mean fire smoke. Sorry I forgot I can't say that word.
Me: Ohhhhhhh..."ASH". ( I look at the glaring spot in his mouth where his two front teeth are missing.) Um yeah, you can say that word.
I put away the cat cleaning spray.