Well, I am THAT mother. The mother whose children say horrible, dreadful things. And this time it was totally not my fault!
My boys have started to rhyme and really goof off with words.
We were, unfortunately, in the doctors office this morning, when the boys started out,
Hutch, butch..... Not like the dog, Minichs, but actually rhyming with hutch.
I knew what was next. Don't ask me how, but I guess the mommy radar went up, so I wasn't surprised at all when the next time I heard was...
Hitch....... And then the big naughty one. Yes, my children said it. Both of them.
It was kind of logical I guess, just moving from the U sound to the short I sound. But I was still quite shocked....
Don't say that word, boys, we don't need to say that!
Thankfully the doctor was out of the room, but the door was open, so who knows what unsuspecting individual heard.
Oh well. Some things just cannot be prevented. You can only correct speech after it happens when it is something like this. I got a little chuckle out of it later, though.