A 2 YEAR-OLD WITH A POTTY MOUTH

I promise my children are not "rednecks", or "gangstas". They were not raised in a trailer park or in the hood. They do not walk around the house in their underwear or wear baggy pants to their knees exposing their underwear. We do not have vehicles on cinder blocks in our back yard, or drive a low rider with a jumping suspension around the block. They have no idea who Jeff Foxworthy is, and they've never heard a rap song. So how is it that my 2 year old has the mouth of sailor on leave? It's the minor issue of pronouncing three little words. Imagine the shock when my sweet little blue-eyed angel opens his innocent little mouth to say rock, work or truck and the words magically transform themselves into the number one NO-NO in the English language, the F-bomb! Who would've known that these words are a staple to a 2 year old's vocabulary. So I'll admit it was a little funny the first couple of times it happened, over 3 weeks ago! Then uncle Matt came over for a visit, he got such a kick out of coaxing Silas to say "it" over and over again while he rolled on the floor laughing. Or the time, to my horror, that Silas told our neighbor that mom in dad were in the basement "working" when Logan answered the front door. We were installing electrical and sheet-rock when Logan and Silas came thumping down the stairs. "Maawwooomm, the neighbor's here," Logan yells. "Me say momma and daddy "working"" Silas added cheerfully, bouncing his blond head up and down proudly. Jason roared with laughter, and as I reminded Logan that he's never, ever supposed to open the front door unless Mom and Dad are with him, we walked upstairs. With each step up the stairs I could feel the heat rising to my face. When we reached the front porch, Don laughed and said, "If you're not too busy..."