Yesterday, while the peanut and I were playing in the backyard, she pulled out my itty bitty gold hoops and laughingly threw them in the grass. Now, if you were too see our grass at this moment, you would know why this is a big problem. Needs a cut does not begin to describe this mess.
So, I began to search on my hands and knees through blades and weeds aplenty. The peanut kept trying to pull me over to her sandbox so I had to finally say, "Honey, remember how you pulled mommy's earrings out and threw them in the grass? Well mommy is trying to find them right now."
Her response? "Oh crap."
My response? "Honey, that's not a nice word. Let's not say that word anymore."
Her response to that? With her little girl giggle, "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." Giggle.
Uh huh. Again with the mother of the year prize.