Two recent stories, both true.
Malcolm was playing Wii and discovered he can play online with people all over the world. He noticed that someone he was playing with had named their Wii character a naughty word. So he asked me if he could say the word so he could tell it to me. I said no. Then he asked if he could spell it, I figured, sure, why not. At least then I don't have to worry about Lincoln repeating it a hundred times. So Malcolm tells me it's spelled a-s-s. Next thing I know, Lincoln is saying to himself "aaahh-sssss-ssss. Ahss." "Hey mom! That spells Ass!"
Second story, we were at Purdue earlier this week for the Purdue/Illinois basketball game. It was a great game, despite the refs being blind, but whatever. Purdue was down by 1 point with 1.9 seconds left and a Purdue player missed a shot. He ended up getting fouled, so he had free throws to shoot, but before that was evident, I exclaimed "Son of a bitch!" and of course I was holding Lincoln on my lap, so it was pretty much shouted into his ear. I know, I know...it's going to come back and bite me later. Anyway, the game went into overtime (the dummy only made one free throw...don't get me started) and after a few minutes, Lincoln came to me and said something. It was so loud I couldn't hear him, so I had him repeat it. What he was saying was this: "Hey mom! Bitch has the ch chunk!"
That's my boy, learning how to read. I was very proud.