While we were in Utah, Scout and Navy spent two days with Seth’s kids. Scout witnessed five boys with more energy than imaginable go all day long. Like most kids — they had their scuffles/time outs/stinky acts/potty words. It wasn’t sooner than the end of their driveway as we were leaving their house that I started to lecture Scout on the “what nots” of what he witnessed. You could tell that he really thought about what I was saying and then he said, “I’m so sorry mom. I’m not gonna say pee (a bad word in our family) anymore. And I’m not gonna stick my tongue out at you anymore either.” I was thrilled that he was digesting what I was saying, and told him I was proud of him. (And he hasn’t done either of those naughty things since.) Then about 25 minutes later, he said, “And mom (like we were still in the previous conversation)…I’m not going to say ‘poop’ or ‘dookie’ anymore either.” I was thrilled.
Fast forward one week. The Brockbanks rescued a dog from the animal shelter. They thought long and hard about a name — and finally settled on the one and only “Duke”. (Might I add that the reason Scout knows the word “dookie” in the first place is because of those Brockbanks.) So when I told Scout the exciting news about the new dog, Scout literally exclaimed, “Does that mean that I now get to say the word ‘duke’?” I was so bummed to tell him that yes he could — BUT ONLY WHEN REFERRING TO DUKE THE DOG. To which he responded in a sing song voice, “Duke, Duke Dookie the Dog!” And that has kind of been his theme song as of lately. Talk about working the system. But I am proud to report that when he asked, “Can I talk about Duke the Dog’s poop?” …. I put a quick stop to it.
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