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A heartfelt tale from the #landofcute

A deep sigh goes through my wee son as he looks out over the lake.
“Mommy, if I had a Jeanie in a bottle I would ask him to stop making mosquitoes. But I would never wish for a new Mom”

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An etymology tale from the #landofcute

While walking downtown the other day Marcus got super offended by the amount of litter on the ground.
“Mommy, who would do this? Why do people litter? Mommy, can I insult them?”
I kind of froze with a bit of excitement.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to say out loud what I think of people who litter”
I told him to go right ahead. I was so curious about what he might say. It went a little something like this.
“Damn flaming Paltroons!”
Oh yeah! I thought to myself. You let it rip kid!” I was not expecting what he said next
“Damn Anglo Saxons!”
“What????”
He had no idea what it meant, but he heard the term in the new book he is listening to with his dad about Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman. I keep forgetting to ask Gary in what context an Anglo Saxon would be considered an insult. What ensued was a very interesting conversation about the power of words, wherein he finally asked me what the word bitch meant.
“Mommy, I don’t know what it means, I just know it is a bad word. But it really feels like a good word you would say when you were angry. I like the b sound and then the itch”