"What the Fruck?"

So every child at some point learns a new word and takes a while to pronounce it right. "Night-Night" becomes "Ni-Ni" and "Fishy" becomes "Fitchy". Kellan's best friend Ethan is "Tee-ten". It's a stage we all think is endearing. In actuality, it's due to the child's lack of ability to control their tongue muscles. Whatever, science blah-blah-blah, it's cute. Except when it just doesn't sound appropriate.

When my nephew Jacob was younger "Trucks" were "Frucks". Except sometimes the "r" was hard to make out. **Gasp!** "Did that little angel just drop the "F-bomb"!?!?!" Ethan says the same thing: he yells "Big Fruck" proudly when the trash man goes by. My daughter now has one of her own: kitty.

"Shitty"

Now Kellan is perfectly capable of saying "Kitty", but every now and then we have a slip up, "Shitty". I panic at the fact that we only have a 50/50 chance of of being socially appropriate. I try desperately not to discuss feline matters while shopping at our local Target.

New rule: No talking about Cocoa the Kitty in public, period.

Kellan's "shitty", Cocoa (Or "Dooooooh-Dooooooh!")