When I picked up N. from day care, the zipper on his coat was stuck. "Mommy! Fix my zipper!" were the assault cries as he barreled toward me. As I was wrangling the zipper unstuck, the little voice continued.. "Jesus!"-- clearly an epithet.
"Did he just say 'Jesus!'?" asked Ms. Cindy? Ms. Azza giggled in the corner. "No," I replied. "I'm sure it was... cheeses.. yeah.. um.. cheeses?"
Cheeses!
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"Cheeses"... I'm going to have to remember that. It's only a matter of time before Sam says something similar in front of his grandma, and I'm going to be the one blamed.
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