My four-year-old learned how to button his own shirt this morning.
After dressing himself from head-to-toe 100% by himself, he was incredibly proud and came into my room to show me.
“Wow!” I said. “You really are a big boy!”
“Yeah!” he said. “I’m HUGE! Pretty soon I’ll be able to drive the car and sit in the front seat and say, ‘Shit’!”
(In my defense, we live in eastern Massachusetts. I challenge anyone to drive in eastern Mass without swearing.)
2 Replies to “An Example of my Excellent Parenting”
Yeah, a day I drive more than 10 miles without saying ‘shit!’ (or worse) is very very rare around here. Especially during construction season.
If people would just stop tailgating, I think I’d be much less swear-y.