One for the baby book
The Scene:
Button (13 months old) is packing away her favorite food: grapes. She selects one and moves it toward her mouth, anticipating the taste that prompts a delighted “Mmmmm” after every. single. bite. Yes folks - they are JUST. THAT. GOOD.Â
She opens her mouth to receive the grape, but it slips from her fingers and she watches it fall to the floor. Her mouth pouts and her brows furrow.
“Damn.”
I swear, she didn’t learn that from us.
No, really.
Damn.







































November 24th, 2006 at 10:22 pm
Maybe she got it from the cat? Or the dog?
November 26th, 2006 at 9:17 pm
I have taught my neices and nephew all sorts of lovely language. Not on purpose of course. Nothing is funnier than hearing my neice call my brother a whore after I called him one… anyway… that’s why they won’t let me keep them for the summer I suppose.
November 26th, 2006 at 9:18 pm
I meant niece in all of those cases…