Toddler 1, parents 0
On a particular Saturday morning, however, the look seemed augmented.
And then, it began...
I'm looking at her in disbelief. But before I could even ponder where she got this from, before I could even fathom how was it that she knew it was a bad word, she started running while repeating the word over and over, in a sheer and heavenly moment of hellish toddler joy.
"IF YOU KEEP SAYING THAT, YOU GET A TIME OUT!"
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
Visibly upset, I sit on the couch, pondering how to admonish her while making her understand.
She stops and looks at her defeated and demoralized Mom and Dad.