We really were starting to think we had corrupted our son's (already lagging) language. I mean, he can barely say "mama" ("ma") and "dada" ("da") but this was clear as a bell. I fully expected a call from daycare every day.
Until this morning, I was getting him dressed and he kinda freaked. Pulled on his collar and said shit over and over.
Ohhhhhh. SHIRT, honey. You want your shirt off?
Get your head out of the gutter, mama. Geez.