Watching Your Language

So Steve and I definitely can have potty mouths. Up until now, the kids really haven't picked up on it. On Sunday, before we left for the home opener Steve ran out and got me my diet from McDonalds for the morning caffeine fix. He took Braydo with him. When Steve got home he told me what a goat rodeo the trip had been because McDs gave him regular coke rather than diet, and he didn't realize it until he was half way home. The sweet husband that he is, he ran back to McDs to get the right kind. But he was none too pleased. He gave me the brief overview, but Brayden gave me the much more entertaining version this morning in line at McDs for my morning Diet Coke. The conversation went like this:

Brayden: So yesterday Daddy took us to Dunkin Donuts!

Me: Yea, dude, I know Daddy told me all about it.

Brayden: But daddy was really mad. We had to come back to McDonalds after we went to Dunkin Donuts because McDonalds fucked up your diet cokes.

Me: Speechless, Mortified and trying as hard as I could not to laugh.

So I called Steve and asked him what the hell he said to him in the car the day before. Steve admitted that's what he said when Brayden asked why they were going back. We are just chalking this up to a lapse in parenting, given the early morning hour, excitement over the Browns opener, and a resolve to improve our language. Yikes - and of course this is just when he starts preschool. I am praying by the minute that none of this is repeated in front of others...I would die. I threatened him with a very severe puniushment if he ever says it again, so hopefully that will do the trick. Very embrassing. But not so secretly hilarious.

Browns game was yesterday and of course resulted in a loss. No worries - a great time was had by all during the tailgating festivties. We cooked like eggs in the stadium though. I am pretty sure I have a future case of basal cell carcinoma from yesterday's roast. See pics below:

Lissa, Me, the Grizzlers and Chris Bellamy:



The Wanks and the Grizzlers



Me and Uncle Chris:



Me, Matt Graves and Lissa. I need to get a BQ jersey fo sho!!



Because we're not playing with a full deck, Steve and I decided it would be a good idea to take the kids out to Outback for dinner after we got home from the game. Brayden found my camera in my purse and took this picture of Curran loving the sauce from the Bloomin' Onion. And yes I felt 10x more disgusting today after consuming that and all the rest of the nastiness from the tailgate yesterday. I am in major rotgut mode.