Geezus!

As I've been a mom for over 23 years, I seldom use real cuss words. Yes, an occasional "damn" or "hell" will slip out. But compared to a husband of mine, who will remain nameless - but reads my blogs, it's not really cussing at all.

Without even realizing it, over the years I've substitute other words for cuss words.

The last few weeks I've become well aware of them all as Will has started using them religiously. Now, just imagine the following phrases said with a slow southern drawl in a squeaky four-year old voice.

Geezus!

What the hay?

Poo!

You want a piece of me?
(My mistake, he gets that one from his father.)

Nothing makes you as aware of your short comings and bad habits like a child.