Thank God for the loud atmosphere at Buffalo Bills (a.k.a Buffalo Wild Wings). Tonight I had the bright idea to take the kids out for dinner by myself. While sitting at the table this was one conversation that we had.
Wyatt (very calmly), "Mom, Collin just said f***er."
Me, "No he didn't. Collin, what did you just say?"
Collin says something and all I understand is something ending in "ER". I ask again - same thing. One more time I ask him as he says, "I'm just saying a Mickey Mouse word."
Me, "What is your Mickey Mouse word?"
Collin (very clearly), "F***er."
Me, "Collin, that's is not a nice word to say. Don't say that."
Wyatt, "See Mom, I told you."
Collin, "F***ER!!" really loud (this is where the loud atmosphere really came in handy.)
Me, "Collin, Don't say that word."
Ben, "Yah Collin, You shouldn't say that word because that's a very strong word. Right mom?"
Me, "Yes Ben. That's correct."
This conversation never phased Riley in the slightest. She just kept on coloring her picture waiting for her food to come.
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