Oh my Godded!

The Princess and the Pea meets couch cushions and an Elmo chair. Move over Martha, we’re stylin’.

*****

The day has come….well, sort of. Boo’s started cursing, kinda.

It just kind of popped out. We were playing the Goodnight Moon Game before bed. She was winning (it’s kind of set up that way), but she was somehow shocked by her impending victory.

“Oh my Godded!” She exclaimed, looking up at me expecting me to fly off the handle. I could tell she was working up to this.

My eyebrow arched – very Spock-like. Hmmm. Some correction seemed necessary (I think it’s in some sort of Catholic parenting handbook somewhere), but I didn’t want to overreact. I heard this NPR story awhile back and I knew this was coming sooner or later.

“Oh my gosh, Caroline,” I corrected. “We don’t use our creator’s name that way. It’s not nice.”

“Okay mom. Oh my gosh.”

Sigh. Did I win the battle? I know it’s going to get worse before it gets better. I just wasn’t quite expecting to start this when she was four.

*****

A half hour later in the shower, Boo decides she wants to be a big girl and rinse herself off with the sprayer. She dropped the hose and it shot up at her. Right in her nether regions.

She smiled and laughed. I blanched. Oh heavens.

“That feels funny Mommy. Give it back to me.”

Oh my Godded.