I think it's time to admit it. I don't want to. But I need to acknowledge and deal with the fact that I think my son is saying "fuck it". That's what it sounds like and I can't for the life of me figure out what else he's trying to say that sounds like this. He probably heard me say it after a moment of exasperation. Except he doesn't say it when he's frustrated, it's more like he's talking to himself and says a word over and over and over... Sometimes he says bubbles repeatedly. Sometimes choo-choo when he's thinking about trains. **long sigh**

It's warming up outside. Summer will be right on time if not early. Today felt like upper mid-80s. I really look forward to swimming this summer.




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