Potty Mouth

My husband has a potty mouth. He has from the moment that we were emailing and then talking on the phone. I have been warning him quite sternly at times that we are influencing our son's vocabulary and would he kindly not say swear words in front of him? It probably wasn't much of an issue when our son was just a baby before talking (yet you never know what a baby is truly absorbing so it's something that I wasn't fond of).

This past weekend my husband decided that he's done with our furniture. I think part of the reason is because we were needing to move my childhood piano from my parent's home to our house. So we're looking at how we're going to make room for our treadmill, the piano, and just looking at our furniture. So we're talking in the car after visiting 5 or 6 furniture stores...and my husband says to me, "Well, what color did you like? Did you like the greenish one...definitely not the shit brown one." And almost as soon as those words were out of his mouth, in the back seat behind me chimes a little voice as clear as day that goes, "Shit Brown!" I wasn't quite sure I heard him correctly until more, "Shit Brown! Shit Brown!" came from his tiny little voice, not sounding quite so tiny at the moment.

And after those poignant words we heard coming from our 2 year old son's voice, a huge womanly like sound erupted from my husband's chest which sounded like a high-pitched guffaw accompanied with tears streaming down his face. I think our son must have sensed something here because he happily kept chiming along, "Shit Brown! Shit Brown!" Except as my husband continued to drive around the roundabouts with tears streaming down his face the colors started to change. "Shit Blue! Shit Blue! Shit Green! Shit Green! Shit Brown! Shit Blue!" Hmmm...he started to say "Shit Green" around a time where we were amongst some pretty green trees so at least I know that teaching him colors had a purpose. And then, when both husband and I were basically crying from laughter, our son started to say, "Shit Black! Shit Black! Shit Black! Shiiiiiiitttttt Black!"

Ah, if only my husband had listened to me months ago about cussing in front of him we would never have had such a wonderful story to pass on and share with our family and friends.