The Right Shit

Overall, my kids don’t usually swear. And considering that I’m about one call sign short of being a Trucker, that’s a pretty big feat.

As a general rule, in my home, language is based on situation. I rarely use foul language “at” someone… You won’t hear me call someone a “F**k”, but if I drop a bookcase on my foot I’m pretty sure I’ll yell, “Fuck!” or something of that nature. My kids hear these words. It happens. Some days, it happens more then others. And, there has never been an instance that I have heard my children curse… until today, and it was hilarious.

I had a lovely Mother’s Day. Well, as lovely as it could be with this horrible cold but Hubby and the kids really tried their hardest to make it special. They cooked me an awesome breakfast, and then left me alone for a couple of hours while they cleaned and washed my car. THAT, is a huge gift.

We went to my In-laws for dinner and I brought my (self proclaimed) World Famous, Bacon Wrapped Shrimp. My Father-In-Law was thrilled to see my blue casserole dish being held in my arms as I walked through the door. And I can’t blame him. Bacon is good. Bacon wrapped around shrimp is even better.
As we wrapped up the evening Father-In-Law handed me back the clean dish…. (Wow, it really must be Mother’s Day) and we packed up the kiddos and headed home.

We pull into the driveway and Hubby goes..

“OH SHIT!”

{Now I’m worried} What?

“We needed to stop for garbage bags”

OH SHIT, I thought something was actually wrong, I’ll use a lawn bag and get kitchen ones tomorrow.

I open my door and CRASH…..
The blue casserole dish (which I’d placed right next to the car door and floorboard…. I have no clue why) has fallen out of the car, onto the driveway and shattered into a million damn pieces.

At that exact moment, in perfect comedic timing, my 8 year old says,

“Oh Shit”.

I’ve never laughed so hard at a broken dish in my entire life.

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