oh shit

I have to record these two stories before I forget them.

We went up to my parents for New Years and had so much fun. We played a murder mystery game with my Uncle Danny, Aunt Noma, mom and dad a couple of theirs. Of course yours truly was a 'madam' and the murderer!!!
So while we were playing the game we got a boy to watch the girls. As Derk was taking him home that night he asked him how the girls were and he said that they were fine but that he was worried about the little one (Maile). Derk said, "Oh yea why??" and he answered, "Cause I think she said shit like three times."

There have also been a few times when she has been playing and she'll come into the kitchen and then look up and under her breath say 'oh shit' and run out of the room cause she had forgotten something.

Then on the drive home the next day we had stopped to get dinner and I was sitting in the car with Keilana and Carson while Derk and Maile ran in to get it. I called my Dad and talked to him about something and asked him how his nap was. He said it was fine and that Mom was still asleep and asked me if I wanted him to wake her up. I of course said no because I didn't want to be on her shit list. I got off the phone and the conversation went as follows:
Keilana "Mom what's a shit list?"
Me "It's a list that grandma keeps and if you get in trouble with her she put you on it."
Keilana "Where does she keep it?"
Me "In her head."
Keilana "Grandma has a shit list in her head!?!?!" "Can I have a shit list?"
Me "Sure."
Keilana "Heavenly Father can I have a shit list in my hear? Thanks." "Who should I put on my shit list?" . . . . . . "Anyone that wakes up grandma."

So I suppose the lesson I need to learn is that I must say shit a lot and should maybe cut back a little. But it is a lot better than many other words I could think of.