At breakfast, sometimes Andy likes a piece of toast with homemade raspberry jam. I cut it up into pieces so he can eat it with a fork, because that's how he likes it. The other morning he was having a rather difficult time and dropped a piece. He started whining and getting frustrated when he couldn't pick up the piece that fell in his lap. Finally he stabbed it with his fork and as he lifted up the smeared piece, he looked at it with consternation and said,
"Oh, dam!"
Who knew such cute face could have such a potty mouth?
My mind started racing. Where on earth could he have picked that up? As I tried to decide how to respond, he then cried, "I need more dam on my toast!"
It was pretty hilarious.
