Yucky

The toddler is saying a ton of words, but one of his current favorites is "yucky."

At first, I was offended. I thought my sweet, precious son that I carried for nine miserable months and then gave birth to naturally (that's right, folks), was calling my floors yucky. Not cool. No, they're not as clean as before you were born, but they're not too bad. Certainly not yucky.

Thankfully, I was wrong. He wasn't calling my floors yucky.

The thing is....he still wants to stick anything and everything in his mouth. "Yucky" is, um, his justification. That is, we'll be playing outside, he will grab a handful of dirt and stick it in his mouth. Don't worry. He'll spit it out, swat violently at his tongue, and declare, "Yucky!" He will then walk over to me and attempt to stick whatever it is in my mouth. "Yucky," I say. Yucky justifies his curiosity. I hope we outgrow this soon. :)

And, not everything is yucky.