Scene: I am on the computer. It has been a verah long day. Bear is watching hockey? something? on tv. The children are upstairs, supposedly getting ready for bed. In reality, this means they're irritating the hell out of each other and trying to make each others lives generally miserable.
I tend to ignore it until it reaches shouting level and I have to go do something about it.
Suddenly, into my quiet evening floats the sound of my much-beloved son's voice.
'Piss off, Rosey. Out of my room!'
My eyebrows climb into my hair. My jaw drops. I wheel around and stare incredulously at B, who is staring right back at me.
There's a small pause. Then Bear shrugs. "Why are you looking at me like that? I don't say that."
Yep. He learned that......
from his mother.
(Bonus points for using it correctly, but still.....)
I should probably go wash my own mouth out with soap. Time to have the 'grown-up words' talk again!