Thursday, November 09, 2006

parent/parental figure of the year award coming up

This afternoon, I decided to take on the role of the responsible parent and I invited a friend of my child's over to hang out and do whatever seven-year-old boys do. Then we were going to go to the skating facility for a little while and the child's mom (my friend, the Halloween candy nazi) was going to meet us there and bring skates and the boys were going to skate and we were going to indulge in free pizza and snark.

When we turned down the street where the rink is, we noticed a giant car crash with a bunch of police cars blocking the street.

"Shoot," I said, detouring down a residential street. At the end of said residential street, there was a different crash and a whole other bunch of police cars blocking this whole other street.

"Crap!"

I hear an exaggerated gasp from the Halloween Candy Nazi's son. "In front of children," he breathes in a voice ripe with mock indignation.

"Oh, hush, it's not like I said 'shit'."*

It's kind of funny how one little four-letter-word can make two little boys laugh until they almost pee.


*relax, I'm not that bad of a babysitter, this language is pretty tame compared to what I've heard his mom drop in casual conversation