When Doodles learns a new word, he says it over and over. It makes him happy. It makes us happy. Everyone loves new words.

I also know that there are certain things that we, as parents, should not be encouraging. And here the two clash. Because Doodles has learned a new word that he adores saying: fire truck. Only, he has some problems with the pronunciation. To be more specific, he says "fire truck" but he can't pronounce the i-r-e-t-r. He has a fire truck flashcard. He has a Little People fire truck. He has a fire truck bathtub toy. Oh so many opportunities to utter this lovely word.

And I simply can't help myself. "Doodles!" I say. "What is this?" as I hold up any fire truck I can find, just to hear my little guy exclaim with glee, "F*uck! F*uck!" It's an afternoon's worth of enjoyment for me (hey, we stay-at-home moms have to get our fun where we can!).

So cute. And I just know it's going to come back to bite me in the ass. Oops. I mean tushie.