So anyway, we had a visitor last night...apparently Samuel L. Jackson was in my kitchen talking about chocolate.
Let me set the scene:
It was about 8:30. The kids were playing in the playroom and D and I were on the couch watching TV. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Boy Terrorist head into he kitchen. I was fully expecting him to ask for chocolate (he ALWAYS asks for chocolate). What I was not prepared for was the way he channeled Samuel L Jackson when asking for said chocolate.
Boy Terrorist: Hey Guys..did you know your not supposed to say motherfucking chocolate? It's not good to say that.
Me: Shocked and Speechless and stifling giggles (because I'm a stellar mother remember)
D: Jaxon! Come here right now!!
Jaxon walks over totally innocent looking confused
D: You are not supposed to say that word! EVER! Do you understand me?! I don't want to ever hear you say that again!
Boy Terrorist: OK, I was just telling you that it was bad of you. Can I have chocolate now?
|He Looks so innocent...|
And before anyone points at me...this isn't my doing! Had he referred to it as Fu%$*# chocolate I would have taken the blame. I'm well known to drop F bombs, but I don't ever drop the MF bombs. No one does in real life.
Well except my Uncle Jimmy but he's like 80 and is old enough to say what he pleases...