Yeah, so all of those sweet little things that I wrote about my daughter the other day...not so much anymore :P
As she is playing with her ball in the living room today, bouncing it off the TV and catching it (yes we have some very enforced rules in this house). I am listening to her talk to herself, actually to her pretend big sister Lena (don't ask me). She is telling Lena to throw the ball this way, don't throw the ball that way, you know, just being her normal bossy self. When suddenly I hear the ball it the TV and out comes....
"This fucking TV." Over and over and over and over. What did I do you ask? Well, I ran to the basement and told Matt that he absolutely must hear his child. By the time we got into the dining room, she had ceased dropping the F Bombs.
Me thinks that we need to have the nice words ugly words conversation again!