We're in trouuuuublllllllle

We, like many parents before us, have taken to spelling things out in front of our child. Not just anything, of course, things like, "do you feel like taking him to the p-a-r-k?" or "is he allowed c-a-k-e?" or some such desirable item. (I mean, we're weird, but not THAT weird.)

But as most parents know, this trick only lasts so long. Longer than the stage when you can say anything in front of your child ("holy loving Christ, did you see that? that guy totally let his dog crap all over our front yard! What a shit!") and be rewarded with a gummy smile and giggling. (Boy, let me tell you, is it ever fun when you reach that morning when you spill tea with milk in it all over the interior of the new-to-you car and you arrive at daycare and see it and yell "shit, shit shit!" and are rewarded with a small voice from the backseat of the car saying "chit! chit!")

Alas, a true story.

But as I was saying, no stage lasts forever. This evening, I was lying in bed with my son and reading him a story. And I said to his father, "Can you make him some m-i-l-k-y t-e-a?" and his father replied, "yes." And then The Boy said ... "YAY!" 

And then I said ... "What did mommy ask daddy for? What's daddy getting?" And he said, with a very "duh" tone of voice ...

"Milky tea!"

We are dooooooomed.

In a more serious note, milky tea (for the curious, just milk with hot water) is not something he gets every night, so it's not like he was expecting it. In fact, of course, that's why I spelled it, in case there was some reason he shouldn't have it that night. He had asked for it, but over an hour before, an hour in which he got dried off from the bath, got into his pajamas, brushed his teeth, chose a few books for bedtime, read one of them -- a long one -- with his grandparents, had a long grandparental goodbye, and then got snuggled into bed with his mom. So yeah, he could have remembered. We may not be doomed. But it sure weirded me out, even so.