It hadn’t been a good day.
For the normally organized and industrious mother of the
family, a frustrating and unproductive day.
Impatience was bubbling perilously close to the surface.
She dropped a plate.
Which then shattered into a quadrillion pieces.
Spreading itself over the entire kitchen floor.
It was at that moment that the frustration finally broke
through.
“Oh, damn it all anyway!”
Her husband looked up from the paper he was reading at the dining
room table and blinked in surprise.
Maybe I should explain that this really wasn’t her usual
form of expression.
Back to my story . . .
He glanced meaningfully at the little three-year-old girl
playing happily on the floor at his feet, seemingly oblivious to the
conversation. “Ummm . . .” he said, “. . . darn it?! Dang it?!”
The little girl looked up. “No, Daddy,” she said. “Damn it!”
Little ears.
Always turned on when you least want them to be.
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They don't miss a thing.
ReplyDeleteSadly, no. I wonder if we could use them in a spy program . . .
DeleteHow is it that kids can pick up bad words on the first try but need told eleventy bumption times to close the door or turn off the light?!
ReplyDeleteOh, so true!
DeleteHaha, ain't it the truth!
ReplyDeleteLittle monkeys . . .
DeleteWatch how fast the grandkids can pick up the nasty stuff.
ReplyDeleteSigh. Honestly, they couldn't have heard that here . . .
DeleteThe funny thing is they never repeat the good stuff, my kids always had radar for the things I said that I didn't want repeated.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that never works . . .
DeleteI am afraid I have been there and done that. Loved the story and little ears to hear and repeat much!
ReplyDeleteHugs for this one~
And they usually repeat those words at the least opportune time! :)
DeleteLittle ears, always turned on. Always.
ReplyDeleteFrom three rooms away, through two closed doors, my daughter, then aged five, yelled back to me, "I do not have big ears!" I swear she heard things even in her sleep.
It's a gift! I wonder how we could put it to practical use?
DeleteReminds me of the time my then four year old son yelled from the backseat "merge, damn it" when we were on the freeway. He obviously had been driving with his dad recently!
ReplyDeleteHeehee! Little mouths and alert ears can carry tales!
DeleteI love the innocence of this anecdote. (see my FB DM)
ReplyDeleteTotally innocent. I think . . .
DeleteThis is a terrific lead in - I want to know more about how and why the mom is working away in the kitchen while the Hubs sits at the table! What's the back story here? Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteYeah. The fifties. What can I say . . .
DeleteThis is a terrific lead in - I want to know more about how and why the mom is working away in the kitchen while the Hubs sits at the table! What's the back story here? Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh at this one! The funniest part I was so shocked seeing that you typed the word "damn" I had to read it twice! Hahaha!
ReplyDeleteOops. *blush*
DeleteAfter a plate broke into a quadrillion pieces, that industrious mother should actually be commended for such mild profanity- whether or not little ears were within hearing distance! I bet she was still finding glass shards for weeks to come! (I've had a little experience in that sort of matter ...)
ReplyDeleteNothing can spread like shards of glass! Unless it's feathers . . .
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