Yesterday, I became the poster child for Mom of the Year.
My child now has a new favorite word: sh*t. Yeah, when I apologized to daycare lady in advance for any usage that Billa might issue that day, she asked where Billa had heard it. I blushed as I slowly raised my hand. Yeah, that's me. And of course, later that night when Billa accidentally knocked over a half full bottle of beer, it was VERY apparent where she hears that word. Oops. I knew it was coming, and bless her, she actually used it in an appropriate sense, but I'm tripling my efforts at containing my "free" speech.