cursing at 6?
Recently, I took my son to Build a Bear. We'd never gone before and I felt it would be a great Valentine's gift. And I was right! Little T loved it! He picked out a fuzzy dog, donned him in an OKC Thunder uniform, and fell in love with 'Skruffy'. He took Skruffy everywhere for the next few days ... even shoving him in his backpack to sneak into school. However, Skruffy messed up and now is homebound. All I know is that we were out our door a couple days ago - dog in hand. I handed my little guy his chewy sour vitamins and turned to put my shoes on. The thing I know I'm hearing cursing coming from my entryway. "Stop shidding on my vitamins!" my little guy yells. "What? What did you say?" I tried to not laugh or start putting on my discipline face. (because I didn't know which one to do) "Stop shidding on my vitamins!" (rolls his eyes at me) "C'mon Mom ... you know Skruffy sheds!" I couldn't hol