The First Swear Word...

Last week I was picking up the kids from daycare. The first time to pick both of them up by myself. You wouldn't think that this would be two (too) difficult. And its not. But it does take some organization and balance.

Picture this: postpartum mom, baby carrier, diaper bag, bottle bag, and a really quick on his feet 19 month old. Peak traffic time. No parking places. This was my afternoon.

I got to daycare and of course, no parking. I circled the parking lot until a spot opened up. The last row, farthest from the door. Oh well. Go in. Get Kenzie folded into her carseat. Then I go get Cutter. He is like a pinball bouncing from rubber band to rubber band. We toddle out to the car. One hand is trying to keep track of Cutter, the other is holding Kenzie in the carseat carrier with the diaper bag and the bottle bag on the shoulder. If they have security cameras, someone had to be laughing their butt off.

We get to the Mercedes minivan and, of course, some jerk had parked kind of close. Mercedes minivan has BIG doors. I set Kenzie down on the ground and try to corral Cutter before he runs into traffic. I squeeze through the opening and set him in his carseat. At that point, the bags on my shoulder hit the ground.

Keep in mind I have all glass bottles... me and my green republican self. The bottle bag had a slight opening in the zipper, and one proceeded to roll underneath the car.

"Shit." I mutter.
Just in time for Cutter to proudly repeat.
"Sit... Sit."

I ran around to the other side to snap Kenzie's seat into the base. Then I run back to the driver's side, squeeze in between the two cars so that I can get in. I hear Cutter...

"Sit...haha... Mommy SIT!"

So I said what any other mom would say,
"Look Cutter... Mommy is sitting! See... SIT."

He meant it to be a swear word... but he's only 19 months old. It can be just a regular word, right?