four-letter fun

Last night at 6:42 p.m. PDT, during post-dinner clean up.

HotMomma: "Oh sh*t! I spilled" (an inadvertant slip of the tongue while pouring oil out of a pan into the trash bag).

Me: "Oh quick, here's some paper towels."

Z-Dub: "Oh sh*t!" (from the dinning room).

Two seconds later.

Z-Dub: "Daddy. Oh sh*t!"

Me: "Don't say that. That's bad. Mommy said a bad word."

Z-Dub: "Oh sh*t!"

Five minutes later.

Z-Dub: "Daddy. Oh sh*t!"

Unfortunately, combined with my accidental use of the word while we were parking the car the other night, the word is definitely now part of his vocabulary.