Evidently Na Na and Pop Pop have fostered in miss Sterling Rose a healthy appreciation for Double Stuff Oreos.
See, are on vacation. And we were stocking up at the grocery store when I added a package of Double Stuffs to the cart. That's a special splurge, not something I would usually ever buy.
At the top of her little 2.5 year old lungs S squealed "Oh shit, OREOS!!!", snagged the package from me, and hugged them fervently in her tiny arms for the rest of the shopping trip.
While I shared her sentiment, I thought I had thoroughly routed the term "Oh Shit" from her lexicon.
A little backstory is probably due.
See, "Oh Shit" was a phrase that saw a lot of play time when I was huge pregnant with Bennett, and S was bugging the ever loving crap out of me by performing death-defying feats on a near constant basis.
Back in the days when this blog was born, actually.
In fact, one of the initial titles that was kicked around for this blog was "Oh Shit", it was THAT common.
Once we reached a point of equilibrium (HA, I almost wrote that with a straight face), I stopped using the phrase *quite* so often and by proxy, it seemed to disappear from her everyday language as well.
Apparently it just went into hiding for moments when she was SUPER excited.
Like when the Double Stuff Oreos come out.
Oh Shit indeed...