Oh Crud

“Momma!”

Mary Frei came running into the bathroom where I was keeping a potty training Lucy Rae company while she sat on the potty before getting jammies on.

“Momma, Daddy spilled…” She interrupted herself. “Are we allowed to say ‘Oh Crud’?”

“What did Daddy spill?”

“Oh just water but he spilled it on your phone.”

“No wonder he said ‘Oh crud’.” By this point I was fighting hard not to laugh in her face. Her motives were clearly split between curiosity and tattling over Daddy maybe saying something naughty.

She asked again,”Can we say that?”

“I think saying ‘Oh crud’ is fine.”

Off she bounded down the hallway announcing at the top of her voice, “Momma says it’s fine to say ‘Oh crud’!”