See, we were practicing Ben's speech therapy exercises this morning, working on the ending "T" sound...you know, hat, fruit, boot, etc. He looks at the drawings and tells me the word, really emphasizing the final "Tuh..."
Easy, right?
Until this picture:
I could see Ben's little wheels turning. "Umm...shi...SHIT!" he announced.
And I can see his logic: clearly it's a picture of a ship, but since it's a T-ending exercise...well, shit it is! (Turns out boat was the correct answer.)
Anywho, it was another in a recent string of funny, shouldn't-laugh-but-I-can't-resist comments from the boys. A sampling:
- Roman: "My penises are bothering me."
- Roman: "Why is that girl in a truck? Girls don't drive trucks!"
- Ben: "You and Dad are twins."
- Roman: "My armpit hurts. Probably because it has a pit in it."
- Roman: "This car smells like popsicle sticks."
And, finally, the most abstract one: When I told Ben that salt is bad for his heart, he asked, "But then what happens to Jesus?" After a few rounds of "Huh?! Are we having the same conversation?" he explained, "But Mrs. Wiebe says Jesus is in our heart."
Aha!
Thank you, Catholic school, for teaching the things I cannot. And thank you in advance for your forgiveness when my kindergartner drops an inevitable shit bomb. He did, after all, get quite the laugh from me this morning, despite my best efforts to hold back.
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