My big mouth

So, apparently now that L is 4, she is a big girl. She copies Mommy. Bad mommy!

She was sitting on the floor yesterday trying in vain to put on a pair of shoes. She had them confused, and was getting more and more frustrated. By the time I found her, she was near tears.

Mommy: L... you look mad.
L: I am mad at my shoes. Them hurt. Them won't go on. (L's voice wavers as she gets even more frustrated.) Them are dammit!

Well. I nearly peed myself trying not to laugh. I helped her with her shoes which ended the frustration and near tears.

Mommy: L, that's a grown-up word. Next time you're upset, please try to find a different word to use.

Guess it's a good thing I've managed to not use the "mother of them all" as C likes to call it. The F bomb. Of course, they *do* ride in the car with their father...