Friday, July 12, 2013

A Dog Named Shook ... Sorta

A few weeks ago, as I was driving down the road after leaving my parents' house, a neighbor's dog ran right in front of the car. I hit the brakes and without thinking said "sh*t!" Except I didn't use an asterisk. 

The dog made it across the road without injury, but both girls gasped at the sudden stop and each said "sh*t!" ... over and over and over again.  

Normally, I ignore it when they pick up a foul word and just hope it is never repeated again. But they just kept saying it. 

So, like any good Mom (sarcasm), I lied to them. 

"Oh girls, hahaha, I said 'Shook'  -- that's the name of the dog who ran into the road." 

They both said "Ooooh, Shook." Clearly, they had just misunderstood me. 

I wiped my brow and patted myself on the back. The sh*t crisis had been averted and I didn't have to worry about them yelling it in the middle of Wal-Mart. 

But now every time we drive by that house with the dog, they both ask: "Where's Shook??"

I let the guilt sink in and reply with "Oh, he's probably sleeping!" 

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