My little potty mouth...

So, Atticus is back to cursing. Seriously, it's been almost 2 months since he heard me (whisper!) that now haunting phrase, "Damn it."

Today when we were driving back from the Children's Festival and his toy ice cream cone fell on the car floor..."Damn it, damn it," he quietly growls.

And then, just now, he hit his balloon into a plant and when it got stuck there he again felt the severity of the situation warranted another growly, "Damn it, damn it."

I especially like that he says it twinned up like that. 

And the growl. Perfect.