CRAP

When we visit family in Illinois the trip is not complete without a down home wiener roast. Bonfire, sticks, hot dogs and all the trimmings. We love it.

One particular time tends to stand out in our minds. Addison was about 6 years old and was sitting by Uncle Jack, eating her hot dog. They both had paper plates and napkins and were just chatting away. Now, birds in this part of the country eat a lot of mulberries during harvest season. Mulberries are a cross between blackberries and raspberries and grow on trees. Addi and Uncle Jack were sitting under a mulberry tree.

One bird went flying over and dumped a present right on Uncle Jack's paper plate. Uncle Jack yelled "oh crap". Addison jerked her little head up and looked on the plate and then looked at Uncle Jack.

Now crap was a word that we never used at our house and Addison was quite surprised at the sudden outburst. She turned her big blue eyes towards me and said "Mom, he said a bad word". I acknowledged the word and continued to watch Addi. She kept her eye on Uncle Jack the rest of night and a hand covered her plate at all times.

By the way, Uncle Jack threw his paper plate away and went ahead and finished his hot dog.