I stuck the rolls in the oven on the broil setting, like an idiot I walked away to help Oliver clean up his toys in the living room. Ryan walks into the kitchen and the whole room is filled with smoke. He opens the oven door and more smoke pours out. At this point, I enter the kitchen and Ryan and I both say, "Oh, Shit."
Then we hear it. The sweet little squeaky voice of Oliver. He walks into the kitchen, sees all the smoke and he lets out the clearest, "Oh shit."
Ryan and I just look at each other. And like the good parents we are. We laugh. And then we laugh some more, because no matter how inappropriate it is, it's still hilarious when a two year old lets out a loud "oh shit!"
He copies everything we do, it was only a matter of time for him to pick up swearing. Obviously we don't want him swearing, and after we go over our laughing fit we told him that word wasn't nice to say and that we were both sorry for saying it.
I'm not sure it went over well though, ten minutes later he dropped his cup and yelled, "oh shit!"
Parents. Of. The. Year.
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