The inevitable happened yesterday - My older toddler drew on the walls with crayon, (black), for the first time.
Another inevitable happened today. Same toddler cursed in front of his Speech Therapist (of all people).
She visits our home to work with him once every 2 weeks. She was putting her high heel boots on, (despite a recent broken ankle, and...um, hello, GOBS OF SNOW ON THE GROUND...but who am I to judge?), getting ready to leave our haus. Heels are just not a part of this momma's wardrobe these days. Unless of course they are a chunky wedge, which are comfy, and only worn on the rare occasion, so they don't really count. Anyway, A.M. proceeds to unlock the gate, and go downstairs to retrieve a few trains, that little brother (F.M.), threw down there earlier. He stops dead in his tracks on the stairs to admire his black-crayon-on-the-wall-artwork that he colored yesterday. Then he starts saying, "Damn it, damn it, damn it....", you get the picture, about 13 more times. UUUUGH!
A.M. pointing to the "Nemo" that he drew. I was shocked at how much it resembles a fish.
So, this tells me that this word is burned into his little 35 month old brain. What to do? How do I erase it? I've tried reasoning with him, I have tried explaining that it is not a nice word, I have even tried ignoring it - with hopes that it would just go away...sigh. He is to start school in about a month, it's bad enough that I have to worry about him beating on the other children, let alone sass-talking the teacher. Perhaps he will learn SO MUCH in school, that he will forget all about this pesky word. That's my theory, and I am sticking to it.
The Artist with his work.
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