Two Cent Sparrow

Two days ago Landon and I were watching glee a television show together. We were all snuggled up on the couch and I was thinking about how sweet and wonderful my little monster man is. A commercial for a cell phone came on, I think it was for a Droid, and it featured this little green space-alien-thingy. The little green alien was floating around going on and on about 4G networks and so forth. Suddenly the alien fell down, or bumped into something, I can't quite remember. And my precious, innocent son shouts -


"Uh-Oh!! F*ck!"


 I nearly swallowed my tongue in shock. I just sat staring at him as he continued to shout obscenities at the screen; racked my brain to remember if I had ever accidentally dropped an f-bomb in his company. I couldn't remember a single incident so I wondered who I was going to have to blame - and then it suddenly dawned on me:


He's saying FROG. 


He thinks the little green alien is a frog. "Uh-oh, FROG."


whew. 


Now I just spend my time asking him to say "frog" for my own amusement. It's hilarious.