Here’s an example:
Cristian sitting at the table asking for mazoon (yogurt in Armenian).
I hand him his mazoon and walk away for the spoon. In the meantime, Cristian is playing with the yogurt – trying to be a big boy, and open it himself – without my help. After a few seconds, his pudgy little hands finally rip open the top of the carton, at which point my adorable little son squeals the following words...“Holy SHIT!” with absolute joy!
Yep, he sure was proud of himself!
As was I. At least he used the words within proper context!
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