Two weekends ago, Jody took Ava out to run errands in the morning like they do every Saturday. They had a productive time out, but upon arriving back home Jody confessed, “I’m a crappy dad. I forgot to get Ava lunch.” Oops. She was indeed a bit hungry so we got her fed and all was well.
Fast forward to three days later. I was running late with getting Ava to her last morning of summer camp at the farm. (Jody worked from home that morning so in having him around to help out, I didn’t stay on task like I usually do when I’m doing it alone, and fell woefully behind schedule.) As we were driving there, I explained to her that she would be getting there a little bit late and apologized that I didn’t have my stuff together on time that morning. She replied matter of factly, “You’re a crappy mom.” D’oh!
I kind of figured she’d eventually pick up the only real swear word we use around here on a regular basis. I just didn’t think it would be used quite like that. :oP Thanks, crappy dad.
Stumble it!
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