What this post means is that I cannot swear in front of Ruby ever again.
How did I get here? It starts with a big red truck, then on to a bath, a promise, and a sudden realization that my little girl understands the words coming out of my mouth.
BIG RED TRUCK
Ruby recently started asking to play in the truck. (And when I say, “asking,” I mean pointing to the truck and grunting a lot.) She wants to drive, she wants to climb all over the back seat, she wants to sit in her car seat. All in Jay’s truck. She did all these things for a good 30 minutes this evening.
THE BATH
It was getting late, and time for Ruby’s bath. She yelled the whole time we extricated her from the truck. The screaming stopped only when I said, “Ruby, after you take your bath, we’ll go to daddy’s office, okay?” I knew Jay was headed back for some construction work and I made the remark thinking I could placate her for now, and decide later if we were really going to leave the house again at 8 p.m.
THE PROMISE
As I changed her after the bath, Jay popped his head in the room and said, “Bye, I’m going to Home Depot!” Ruby bolted straight up in the middle of me putting her sleeve on, grabbed her shoes by her changing table, yelled, “Da da!” and pointed to the door.
THE SUDDEN REALIZATION
Ruby. Shoes. Door. Da da. Outmaneuvered by a 16-month-old.
Oh no… but yeah at the same time.
Yah, never under-estimate the reception language of your kids! By this, I mean that they understand much earlier than they are able to speak, so you really have to say what you mean!