Crud

This morning, I was trying to take muffins out of the hot oven, but the silicone mitt I was using kept sliding off the pan or into the muffins. At some point I spurted under my breath, "Oh crud."

As if ugh weren't enough in our lovely home. Morgan (8), who has ears like a bat, picked up on my want-to-be expletive, and piped, "YOU just taught me a new word" and began singing sweetly, "Oh crud, oh crud, oh crud, oh crud."

There is beauty all around . . .