Monday, July 06, 2009

Oops.

Conversation held yesterday at JazzFest:
(Henry was making a tunnel with a slinky)
H: Mom, do you have any cars in your bag?
Me: (searching through all of the pockets....how can I NOT have any cars?!?) No Sweetie, I can't find any.
H: Oh Rats! I mean....Oh shits!
Me: (not really hearing) Hm?
H: Oh shits.
Me: (hearing this time, but not really believing) Wait, what did you say?
H: Oh shits.
Me: Let's not say that.
H: Okay.

1 comment:

Sandy said...

Does plural shit mean that the situation is really dire?