Sugar Honey Iced Tea

Today was the day. The one every parent dreads.

I knew it was inevitable. My friends have warned me about it, told me their horrific experiences. I laughed, because when it happens to others it makes a great story. Not so funny now that I am the main character. More like an intense drama that will keep me awake.

Due to spring break no Preschool today. I asked a friend at the farm if Little J can play with her son while I ride. We were about to leave the house, I was making lattes for everyone and in the middle of running around something must have happened that made me say shit. I honestly am not famous for using profanities. Little J is not famous for listening to me, ever. So what are the odds of him looking up immediately, adopting the new word and coming up with his own version:”Oh Man, Oh Shit”

As it happens very high. For the next few minutes he was repeating it like he just mastered the word otorhinolaryngologist. I read somewhere you have to ignore it. The more you make a big deal about it, the more interesting it is. I tried. I was also busy cleaning whatever caused me to so drastically express my displeasure of the situation. But he kept entertaining himself by coming up with elaborate ways of using his new word.

That coupled with the fact my son was about to spend a few hours with his buddy made me act irrational. I could just see Little J teaching Little T how his mom talks, who in return will tell his mom, all of my friends at the farm, horses and goats too. Pretty soon I will forever be known in the Pacific Northwest as the mommy who made the word shit popular again.

I got down on my knees, looked my son deep into his eyes and admitted to making a mistake. Strike one: mommy is human. Then I told him he is never to say the word again, please. Strike two: mommy is begging me to not do something she does. Then I asked him to make me a promise. Strike three: mommy owes me one, big time.

We left, boys had a wonderful time and the childminder never said anything about my kid being rude. We spend the rest of the day together having a great time. I even forgot all about it. Then as we were getting ready for a bath I tried taking Little J’s sweater off and must not have unzipped it fully. From under the cute Norwegian pattern came a little voice saying “shit Mama, that hurt me”.

So close…

Now if you will excuse me I shall go and punish my self the old fashion way. By rinsing my mouth out with soap.


the robot mommy



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  1. Posted March 29, 2011 at 10:38 by Sherry | Permalink

    Oh Stasha…wait till Julian starts school, he will come home with some REALLY not so nice words..all our kids tasted the soap…now they just say things to get a reaction from me. Have to react, don’t want to hurt their feelings!!


    • Posted March 29, 2011 at 14:18 by Stasha | Permalink

      Lucky for me we have warm vanilla soap at the moment. And yes, it is your duty to react xo

  2. Posted April 3, 2012 at 10:09 by Kristi | Permalink

    Oh boy. Yup, I’ve totally been there. Except it was the F word and it was my employees. Awesome.

    Thanks for linking up for Naked Robot Tuesdays!!
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  3. Posted April 3, 2012 at 21:17 by Phoenix | Permalink

    LOL! How funny! We have all been there, for me it was my Kindergartner quoting Eric from South Park… Great things they learn at their dad’s..
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