Last week I was washing dishes. Harper walked into the kitchen , in my peripheral I saw that his cup flew out of his hands and the words “oh fuck” flew out of his mouth….
So many thoughts through my mind. I might have been a little amused, I was shocked and I was confused because that is not a word he may not have ever heard us say (in the recent past anyway).
He picked up the cup and handed to me and said it again! Only this time “it’s stuck” (it being the lid on his cup) came out much more clearly.