"Mommy!" Your three year old daughter Mikayla yelled, running to find you in the living room, reading.
You open your arms for her and she jumps into them and climbs into your lap.
"Hi, sweetie. What's up?" You ask, putting your book down next to you and adjusting her on your lap.
"Daddy taught me a new word!" She smiled, giggling.
"Really? What is it?" You ask, wondering what new word he could have taught her, considering the fact that she had quite a large vocabulary compared to the average three year old.
"Fuck!"
Your mouth fell open as your daughter repeated the word over and over again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She giggled, not realizing it was a bad word.
"Mikayla, why did your daddy teach you that word?" You ask confused and angry at your husband.
"Well," She started. "We were outside and he was trying to get you a rose from the bush. Then he said it and I looked at his finger and it was bleeding so he told me to come inside to talk to you."
"Mika, you weren't supposed to tell her about it, princess." Michael chuckled, walking over and sitting next to you two, a bandage on his finger.
"Oopsies, sowwy!" She giggled, crawling into his lap.
"Mommy?" Your daughter pouted, looking over at you. "Can we watch TV?"
"Sure, why not?" You smiled, grabbing the remote and turning the television on.
You changed the channel from the news to Sprout, her favorite channel. Mikayla jumped up when she saw the show on the TV.
Angelina Ballerina. Her favorite.
She jumped up and started singing along to the theme song.
"Angelina! Ballerina!"
You took this as a perfect time to talk to your husband about the word your daughter is mindlessly saying.
"Michael. Why would you say that around her? She's only three!" You whisper yelled quietly so Mikayla wouldn't hear.
"I didn't mean to! It just slipped out. I'm sorry." He pouted, knowing you would forgive him in a heartbeat.
"It's fine just don't do it again!" You giggled quietly.
You waited until the episode was over to talk to Mikayla about it.
"Mika, sweetie, daddy and I need to talk to you about that word." You said, picking her up and sitting her in your lap.
"We don't want you to say that word anymore. It's not a good word." Michael said, eyeing you, hoping he was saying the right thing.
"Why not? Is it a bad word?" She asked softly.
"Yes, and only big people like me and Mommy can use it. Okay?" He said as she crawled into his lap. She nodded understandingly but had one final question.
"When can I use the word?" She asked with wide eyes.
You looked at Michael, hoping he would answer this one.
"Um, when you're in high school." He said, making it sound like more of a question than a statement.
"Okay, Mommy. Okay, Daddy. That's fine. Now, can we watch Martha Speaks?" She asked, plopping herself down on the floor.
You nodded and smiled changing the channel to PBS Kids. She sang along to the theme song and bounced on the ground with excitement.
Laying back on the couch, you smiled to yourself.
"What are you smiling about?" Michael questioned, smiling back and reaching out to hold your hand.
"Oh, nothing." You lied.
You truly had the best family anyone could ask for. Even if there was only three of you.
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hi wOO i finally updateddd, yay // omg its getting hard to come up with ideas for imagines so im gonna search and try to write at least 5 today, hopefully i can do ittt ((:
