Shit

So, Darwin has decided he's ready to talk. More than just "Momma, Dadda" and "Babu" (which is what he calls Griffin). He has learned a new word. A word to beat all other words.

Shit.

Shit.

He says it all the time.

"What's in your hand Darwin?"

"Shit!"

"What did you just put in your mouth, Darwin?"

"Shit!"

And when we are in Target... "SHIT! Shit! Shit! ShittyShittyShitShit! Ssssshhhhiiiittttt!"

... and when I dropped and broke something in Target, "SHIT!"

Oh well, at least he's using proper form.