Lost in Translation

Remember how Daddy was nice enough to teach Cash his first swear word? Well, just when I thought Cash had completely forgotten about it, it rears it's ugly head yet again. In public of course. Cash and I met several of my friends in a local scrapbooking store this morning, where I also am friendly with the owners. Cash was helping me look for a particular shade of green cardstock. He brought me a piece that was too dark so I told him to put it back. "Fock!" he shouted good-naturedly, as one of the owners looked at me like, "Did your sweet, fresh-faced four-year old just say what I thought he said?"

"Remember, we don't say that word Cash," I told him as I ducked my head in embarrassment, hoping none of my friends heard him. "It's okay Mommy," he reassured me. "That word is just Spanish for 'Oh Man!'" No, I really don't think it is sweetie.