Tonight, my husband and I were embracing our inner child being mature and playing dodgeball with one another in our basement. It’s finished,carpeted, and empty at the moment. So it makes a fabulous playroom, for all three of us.
So we’re playing dodgeball, and I’m winning (of course). During the course of things, Allie was playing on the other side with her dolls. Suddenly, Adam takes his turn and launches the all at me. In slow motion, it came within inches of Allie.
Adam and I gasped and ran as quickly as we could to ensure it didn’t.
After we all breathed a sigh of relief, Allie looks up at me and says,
"shew, mom, I thought that ball was gonna kick my ass."
In order to emphasize the curse word coming out of her tiny, gorgeous mouth, she drew it out for as long as possible.
"asssss."
It took everything I had not to laugh at her. Because honestly, I thought the ball was going to kick her ass too.
While it was hilarious, we have to stop cursing around her. I rarely, if ever, do. But man, her little ears catch everything. It’s amazing.
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