The things men teach their sons.

I was raised in a family with little to no interest in the wide world of sports.  I remember listening to the radio in the morning before getting on the school bus to find out who won the Super Bowl the previous night because watching  it simply wasn't an option in our house.  My hubby is a passive fan of some sports, and a loud, enthusiastic (bordering on ear splitting) one on others.  He happens to have been an avid Islander fan of the 80's.  Our son appears to love all sports, and has a slight volume control issue.  Now a few weeks go, dear hubby decided to watch hockey with little man and recognized an old favorite player, Butch Goring.  Hubby yelled Butch! at the tv and the mini mockingbird tried to repeat it.  Unfortunately, his u sounds like an i.  Now, over the past few weeks, my little man has since taken to screeching his rendition of Butch! at various different times.  Today it was first released in the bread aisle of Target, as we were passing a proper looking elderly woman.  She took the time to ooh and ahh over his cute smile.  When she turned away, little man gave out a huge grin and screamed, "B*tch!" at full volume and with the upmost pride.  I immediately tried to explain it to her.  She just quickly left the aisle as a few more "B*tch!'s" followed her. For the next 10 minutes, little guy must have screamed B*tch at least 20 more times...always in earshot of others, including the previously traumatized woman when we met up again at the checkout.  All I can hope is that most of the people in Target today have had experience with the never boring lives of toddlers!