Angry Toddler goes to preschool five days a week. He loves it, we love it. It’s a perfect match. But over the past month, the things that come out of his mouth are just plain awful.
This is how our night usually goes.
AT: Smell my butt.
Us: No
AT: Smell my feet.
Us: No
AT: Ewwww, smell my poopy butt.
Us: Umm, we don’t talk like that. You do not use those words.
AT: Smell my eyeball.
He has become quite obnoxious. It’s almost like we are living with a 7 or 8 year old boy in this 3.5 year old’s body. One of his teachers even warned me. She said that the boys in the class have been awful with language lately.
I think one or some of these kids have older brothers or sisters. This was such a sweet group of kids during the summer. They have now turned into stinky, talking about their butt boys.
Oh, and can’t leave this one out. The key word for last week was “pussy”, yes “pussy”. The teacher advised me that Angry Toddler wasn’t one of the kids saying it though. That’s all we need.
