The First Mini F-Bomb

Tonight before bed (well before Eliot went to bed - Naomi is still upstairs screaming her little heart out) we were having one of those awesome family moments when I wasn't thinking about or worrying about anything else and all four of us were together and it was really, really fun and downright heavenly. Aron crawled onto Eliot's bed and hurt his ankle (the bed is all of four inches off the ground - so its prime territory for ankle injuries) and dropped an f-bomb. Which was followed directly by a well pronounced and unmistakable f-bomb from none other than our sweet, baby crazy, gentle, kind little two year old. If he has one tiny hint of manners as an adult it will be despite his parents influence. Cringe. Cringe. Cringe.