I have to remember that Hope is a little sponge, taking everything in, and repeating nearly all of it back atcha. Even stuff you don’t remember saying.
We’re making breakfast this morning, and Hope dropped a bowl. It was a little bowl, and it didn’t break, but it was really loud.
I absent-mindedly said “boom,” which is what I always say when she falls down, just a habit I picked up trying to distract her from being scared or thinking about how a skinned knee hurts. Somehow I transferred “boom” to dropping stuff, too.
Hope didn’t look up, but quietly started half-singing, “boom goes the dynamite, boom goes the dynamite.”
So I guess swear words are next.