bastard
So, this morning, I was fixing some breakfast for the baby and while we were waiting for the toaster, I said, “Hey, come here!” He immediately jumped into my arms and we hugged and hugged and hugged. I gave him some kisses and he started giggling and peppering my face and neck with kisses. I laughed and tried to hide my neck and it was such a gag-worthy, cute moment.
Until the baby said, “You bastard!”
Sigh. I mean, obviously, he has no idea what that means. At least, I don’t think so. I just told him not to say it again and we moved on with our lives. I did NOT get super immature and snot, “Yeah, well, at least my parents were married when I was born.” Because that would be mean and stupid and a tad messed up.
June 27th, 2008 at 4:17 pm
That reminds me of an episode of seinfeld.
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kdiddy reply on June 28, 2008 11:15 am:
that’s a fairly good analogy for my life.
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June 27th, 2008 at 6:37 pm
OK, yeah, it would have been wrong and bad and unmotherly in the extreme but it would have been funny as all get out.
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kdiddy reply on June 28, 2008 11:16 am:
true.
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June 27th, 2008 at 9:39 pm
Yeah, probably a good thing to keep that one in your head.
Although, I know you are but what am I? would have been an excellent response.
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kdiddy reply on June 28, 2008 11:16 am:
good call.
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June 27th, 2008 at 10:10 pm
When I was very young, proabably as old as the baby is, I learned the word “bastard” and immediately tried it out while playing Adventure on my Atari 2600. After my key was stolen for the fourth time by the black bat, I shouted at the TV, “YOU BASTARD BAT!”.
My mother rushed into the room, slapped me across the face, told me never to say that word again and left.
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kdiddy reply on June 28, 2008 11:17 am:
dang, I didn’t know mama battaglia had it in her.
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June 27th, 2008 at 10:45 pm
This made me laugh hysterically today. I love your baby.
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kdiddy reply on June 28, 2008 11:17 am:
hehee, thanks!
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June 28th, 2008 at 12:37 am
reminds me of when my daughter was 1 and said, “I dropped my fucking milk” in front of my MIL.
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kdiddy reply on June 28, 2008 11:17 am:
ha! nice.
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June 30th, 2008 at 12:19 pm
I vividly remember the day that I learned “Son of a bitch” did NOT mean what I thought it meant! My mother pulled the Vega over and beat my ass.
I also vividly remember the day my son said “Mother EFFER” at my in laws. I was probably close to an ass beating that day, as well.
Thanks for the giggles…YOU BASTARD!
another reader from da burg.
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