This may be the proudest day of my life as a mother.
My two year old son said his first swear word Sunday. And he didn't go for one of the biblical ones. Oh, no. He dropped the bomb.
Okay. So, I'm almost positive that the words he said and the words I heard were not the same. But when he stood up on the bench in the middle of the nearly silent chapel, looked me in the face and said: "uck ooo," I may have hung my head in shame and prayed that no one but me picked up on the similarity
Sadly, it was not to be. They heard. They giggled. And my confidence as a mother soared as it never has before.