Three...that's the magic number

This morning I had the pleasure of stepping barefoot in nice, warm dog poo.

I said, "Dammit!"

Laszlo: Dammit! Ha. What happened Mommy?

Me: I stepped in dog doodie. Ew!

Laszlo: (uncontrollable laughter)

Me: I really should stop saying "dammit" around you guys, it's a bad word.

Laszlo: Dammit's a bad word?

Me: Yes. You shouldn't say it at school. (I know, I know...what can I do?)

Laszlo: I can say it at school.

Me: No, you really shouldn't.

Laszlo: I can say that though.

Me: What?

Laszlo: I can say, "Dammit's a bad word."

Also, yesterday we were trying to figure out what to do. Laszlo decided it would be a perfect day to spend some of the money he's been earning from behaving properly at school.

Me: You have to decide what kind of store you want to go to.

Laszlo: What do you mean?

Me: Well, we can go to a toy store, an electronics store, a book store...

Laszlo: What's an "electronic store"? Is that a store that runs on batteries? (Mr. Literal)

Me: Ha, nope, it's a store that sells electronic stuff, like iPods, computers, etc.

Laszlo: (pensive)

Lily: I know! We can just go to Target! They have all that stuff......AND Pet Shop Animals!


That's my girl. You know we ended up at Target.

On a kids' T-shirt - I literally L'd OL.