I must be so proud.

Hayden had his first swear word last week.

I was changing a very loose, runny, smushy poo. I held Hayden's feet together and up with my right hand. I used my forearm to block his poop-smothered penis, which is the first thing he reaches to tug on during a diaper change. My elbow was blocking his grabbing hands and reaching arms. I was hunched over his body, protecting the poo. My left hand reached for the wipes. I already had the wipe box open and one wipe sticking out. You have to be prepared going into these things. I grab that one wipe and pulled. The lid popped off and a string of 30 wipes went flying.

"SHIT!"

I had everything so perfectly planned. Now he was going to grab his pooey manhood as I fumbled with the wipes. He caught the lid of the wipes, and proudly showed it to me: "Shit!" He said. Proud that he had learned what that blue lid was called.

"Shit, shit, shit." He practiced perfecting his new vocabulary.

Now when Hayden has a poopy diaper, he walks over to the changing table, points to the wipes, and says, "Shit!"