Before Deven was born, I was a pottymouth. Sailor-talk, bar-room drivel, it all came out of my mouth.
My spouse, after being horrified hearing someone else's kids utter Words That Shall Not Be Repeated, was determined that Deven wouldn't grow up in the same environment as the kids he'd been horrified by. So, now when something goes wrong, I'm usually apt to say "Darn!" "Aargh!" or sometimes my mother's favorite, "Sugarfoot!"
That said, I have slip-ups. Like last Saturday, in Hawaii: I was using a knife to peel an orange in preparation to take it with us as we were leaving. Deven was with me, happily opening drawers and spreading whatever kitchen implements he could find across the house. In a snap, the knife slipped, the orange went flying one way and hit a bowl of cut mangoes - scattering them into a small army of ants that had come to enjoy our hospitality, the orange peels scattered, and the knife came dangerously close to hitting Deven as it clattered to the floor. I uttered a loud "God DAMN IT!" sighed, and began cleaning up the mess.
3 seconds later, Deven grinned and said in an identical tone (but with a wide grin on his face) "Ga DA AA!"
I was stunned - and horrified. And immediately thankful that he doesn't have full speech yet, because this was not something his great-grandmother would have liked to have heard. I didn't chastize Deven (wasn't his fault) - in fact I tried to play it off by saying "Gosh DARN it!" with a smile on my face as I picked ants off the mango pieces and let him eat a few slices off the floor.
I admitted my mistake later to Yogesh (something I ALWAYS do readily, right sweetie?) - after I made him swear to not say "I told you so." So when I told Yogesh, he just smiled and grunted (and thought to himself "Serves you right" I'm sure).
Harrumph.
All in all, an excellent vacation.
Photos were taken on gorgeous Beach 69, and the lanai (covered porch) of our cute little rental house.
These next two are of Deven and Daddy playing "the shower game" - there was an outdoor shower between the beach/reef and our lanai; and Deven loved turning on the water and showering OTHER people. Shades of his great-great-grandpa Tulloch, I suppose:
I realize the shots from my cameraphone don't do it justice, but thought I'd post them anyway - the disposable cameras are still being developed.
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The house looks great! And yes, I remember some of your previous expletives! LOL.
I have a favourite story about my brother when he was 5 years old calling to a friend across the church parking lot after Sunday service, "See you later a**hole!". My parents were mortified, and he surely didn't learn the word from anyone in our family. In fact, he definitely didn't know what it meant either, because he said it so friendly-like!
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