To his sister, who was chasing him around the living room, flapping a large pair of pastel butterfly wings (left over from her Halloween costume) in his face:
"Sod off, Clara."
Me: "Winton, did you just tell your sister to 'Sod off'?"
Winton: "Yes, Mummy."
Me [chastened, for this implies more dire things about my vocabulary at home]:
"Oh."
It's inconvenient the way children often reflect our own image back to us in more than just their faces.
ReplyDeleteSod off isn't so bad. A few weeks ago my son told my daughter she was making him "batshit crazy today."
Whoops! Can't imagine where he heard that.