This evening at the dinner table Eli fell off his chair (again) and out of his precious little mouth came, "Crap!". Carson looked at me and Eli tried to read my reaction. I said, "What did you say? You know that is a bad word and we don't say it".
He stared straight into my eyes and asked, "Why? Are we only allowed to say SHIT?".
After stiffling my anger and laughter Al got a phone call about his potty mouth and Eli had an appetizer of soap. We are going to have our hands full with his sassy attitude in the future.