The other day in the kitchen, while making brownies, I dropped the spoon. Brownie mix went everywhere. I had dropped a few things that day in a sleep-deprived haze and at this point was really frustrated with myself.

Not thinking I said, “Oh SHIT!”

Then I realized that duh, little ears in the next room. I looked over at Seth. He was totally engrossed in Bob the Builder. So I thought maybe that word had escaped his attention. But no. In a second, he was at my side wearing a very grave expression.

“Mommy. We don’t use words like that in our house. Remember?,” he said.

“Yeah, sweetie. I do. That slipped out. I’m sorry.”

After pausing to consider this he said, “Ok. Now I won’t make you stand in the corner THIS time but if you do it again, I will.”

I tried hard to stifle a smile. As he walked back to the Tv he added, “And I’m not sweetie! My name is SETH!”