Damn Buggies and a Little Shit

Way before we had kids, we had Madison.  Our niece.  I used to joke that we shared custody of her because she was at our house most weekends!  It was great, I loved it.  I got to play "mommy" for a couple days, spoil her rotten, and send her back home.  I once let her wear her little plastic dress up shoes to Walmart.  Honestly, I think I learned a lot from my time spent with Madison.  Like, some kids get so upset they vomit, and then you have to clean it up.  And I learned about children's medicine and going to the Minit Mart in your pajamas to get a bottle of Tylenol.  Oh, and once a kid is big enough to know about babies, you can not call them baby anymore.  I heard "I'm not a baby!" many times.

Madison was the very first grandbaby for my husbands side of the family and she was surely the apple of Grandma Gail's eye.  In fact, I think she never lost at Candy Land and owned absolutely every toy there was to own from the local dollar store.  Fast forward and now Madison is a high school freshman!  Where does the time go?

Ok, wait.  I had a point to this post and then I got lost on my stroll down memory lane!

Last night, as we tried to get the day finished and everyone ready for bed, Patty and JT spotted that little creepy crawly bug making its way across the dinning room floor.  I'm impressed with that iPhone photo, aren't you?  I bet it was JT's idea to trap it inside that little gum ball machine ball. 

Anyhoo, the kids spent the better part of an hour rolling that bug around the house in his gum ball.  If you consider that the gum ball cost a quarter, and the bug was free, it may very well have been the cheapest toy ever invented.  And it was certainly more entertaining for them than all of the other toys in the house.  Even if the fascination did wear off after about an hour.  Really, I need to find that gum ball and dispose of it!

OK, so back to memory lane.  When Madison was in about Kindergarten, she went through a cursing phase.  I can't recall exactly how it went, but there was something to do with bugs at school, maybe ants on the playground, and Madison would call them "damn buggies" which Grandma Gail and I thought was just too adorable for words.  But, her favorite curse word was shit.  It was really funny to hear the s word come out of her cute, little five-year-old mouth.  Well, one day Grandma Gail said the s word and Madison pointed out that you're not supposed to say that word.  I'm guessing this wasn't the only time Grandma Gail had been reminded because she said, "Shit shit shit shit," several times in a row.  The look on Madison's face was priceless!  It was a mixture of admiration and shock.  And you know, I think it might have broken her from saying that s word!

So, to make a long story just a little longer....  When ever I think of "damn buggies" I also think of "shit shit shit".  And it makes me smile just a little.