This morning, Jay was reading a magazine that he purchased a subscription to because he finally deemed himself an adult -- The New Yorker.
P.S. He turns 32 tomorrow, March 11th.
Isaac sat next to him and Jay kind of covered the magazine because he didn't want Isaac to read one of the cartoon's that said something not so nice. Isaac didn't like it being covered, so he protested. Jay told him why he had covered it and the conversation was over. Josiah was listening in.
Moments later, Josiah sat down next to Jay and took a glance at the magazine and then asked if there were lots of bad words in the articles. "No, I just didn't like one of the cartoons and thought that I shouldn't let Isaac look at it. The magazine doesn't have bad words."
"Oh." says Josiah as he cuddles up to Jay and takes more of an interest in the words printed on the page.
Josiah says the word and I could see Jay immediately scanning the article he was reading, looking to see what his son just saw. Jay eyes the word, slams the magazine shut, and huffs out a frustrated breath.
I couldn't help it. I chuckled. I covered my mouth because I didn't want to draw attention to the word and let on to Josiah that he had just said something that's super wrong in our house.
Oh that magazine.
Happy Birthday tomorrow, Jay!