This got me thinking about all the funny and weird things my kids come up with. The best still has to be my oldest, then 4 years old, singing at preschool, "Tequila Makes My Clothes Fall Off" for his entire class, having to face the really cool Director, and knowing he learned it at a camp out the weekend before. That was followed by the discussion of where it would or would not be appropriate to sing such a song. The list of approved locations included at home, and at camp outs with the same group you learned it from. The list of unapproved locations: School, Grandma's House, and if they ever dared to take you, Grandma's Church.
We've had the occasional "dammit" slip out from the boys, and now the oldest is saying "BLEEP" instead, which is only slightly less annoying. They've gone through "Dog Dammit", "Frickin'", and "Flippin'". We've also now come to the "OMG" phase, not the phrase, the letters. I think that's a bit weird since I don't care if they actually use the phrase. The youngest went through a "What the Hell" phase when he was 3, a "Holy Crap" phase at 4 and now is found of saying everything "Sucks". I don't care for that word, so now he is saying everything is "Dull", which I find quite funny.
At one point in time, I had to go to Boswell's (a party supply store with very little parking). As we were pulling into the lot, there were 2 cars leaving next to each other and right up front and a car coming the other direction with his blinker on to take one spot. I let him go first because he was there first. He took the spot next to the curb, but parked over the line into my spot. I called him a jerk, and not even that loudly. Then the boys asked why I called him that, and what it meant which I explained. When I finally shoe horned my way in, he couldn't get his kid out of his car on my side. And we couldn't get out at all. He motioned for me to roll down my window, and I cracked it a bit. He said he would move over and give me more room, and I thanked him. As he was moving his car, I remarked on how nice he was and how he wasn't really a jerk after all. We all got out of our cars, and my youngest turns to him and says, "You know, my mom says you're a jerk." I apologized to the man, and admonished Billy for ratting me out.
Yeah, funny how they take after their parents...