I am totally not going to make it through my kids learning to talk without getting the giggles and teaching them bad words. Today, a friend came over with her son. As we sat there, eating a snack, her son yelled out, "Where is F**kin'?!"
Eyes bugging out of her head, his mother, horrified, quietly asked him what he just said. He repeated, "Where is f**kin'!?" louder and clearer.
My friends eyes met mine, and together, we totally lost it laughing. I walked away from the table laughing, as my friend tried to figure out what on earth he was really trying to say, when it finally dawned on her. He'd learned the song, Where is Thumbkin earlier in the day, and was having trouble (no kidding!) with the word Thumbkin. After several moments of pleading with her son to stop, and with his escalating screams of profanity followed by exhilirated giggles, we finally were able to convince him to stop cursing, if only by convincing him that Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star was WAY funnier than Where is Thumbkin.