The "C" Word

We have the sweetest babysitter. The boys love her because she plays with them and I love her because when she is in charge she runs a no nonsense ship.

Well, not too long ago R and I came home from a very fun and all too rare date night. We had a fabulous time and stayed out as long as we possibly could. When we returned home to a house full of sleeping children, we were greeted at the door with a very upset babysitter.

As we stepped inside we immediately asked her what was the matter. She said, with wide eyed shock on her face, "The little ones were great but, I had to send the older one to bed early. He got angry when I told them it was time to clean up the Legos and he said the 'C' word."

The "C" word! Our sweet sleeping child had said the "C" word?! R and I were horrified. Now, I will admit that I can have a serious potty mouth. I have been known to drop "F" and "S" bombs but, I can't recall ever using the "C" word. I hate the "C" word!

Well, we apologized profusely to the sitter and said we would address the situation in the morning, all while praying she would still agree to watch our boys next time we wanted a date night. After we talked to her for a bit she went on to say say "thank you. I didn't know what to do with him. I can't believe he said CRAP."

Not the "C" word you were thinking, right? It was not the one R and I thought he had used either!

Well, by the look of relief on our faces, and the fact that R was laughing a little, our sitter figured out that "crap" was not the "C" word we thought she had been talking about.

Such a sweet, sweet girl! She turned beet red and bee lined it out of our house as fast as she could!

Do you think she will ever be back?

{I don't think so either...}