"Duh," you say.
But you must remember how this is still all new to me. This whole raising-a-toddler thing. Helping-form-a-little-life-from-scratch-thing.
I have been trying to figure out where my darling little boy learned how to karate chop from the moment Ernie karate-chopped Bert for the first time.
"Hiiiiii-yah!" I hear from the other side of the living room, then, "Mom. Ernie did it."
"Ernie," I scolded, "You are in time out." Ernie makes his exit, but I am left to wonder: where did my delightful and sweet little boy pick this up?
I started questioning my husband. I KNOW he watched something with violence in it around Thad. It has to be. Tye denies my accusations, in fact, seems insulted that I would infer he is corrupting our son. The next day Tye is watching Whale Wars, claiming, "It's wholesome. All the curse words are beeped out!" I am clearly fighting a losing battle here.
This morning, I am getting ready for work while Thad is watching his new favorite - classic Muppet Show. (He chants "Muppet Show!" and sings the theme, "This is what we call the Muppet Shooooooooooowww!" continuously, and in public.
Suddenly, from the living room: "Hiiiiiii-yah!"
Oh Miss Piggy, why must you corrupt my son?
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