The upside to having two chatterboxes is that I hear some pretty entertaining things when my kids think I'm out of earshot.
"I'm not allowed to say that."
"What? You're not allowed to say 'Holy cow?' Who's not allowed to say 'holy cow?' Why not?"
"My mom said, 'That's enough.'"
Yes, I'm a mean mommy. I got tired of hearing 'Holy cow!' when I told him we were out of Apple Jacks, when he found a lost (for 5 minutes) toy, when the dog needed to go outside, when it was lunch time, when it was time to leave the house for any reason, when I needed to do laundry, when the mail arrived, when the paper got delivered, when the school bus came...
You get the idea.
We did lift the ban momentarily after we told the kids we're going to see Mickey Mouse in a little over a week.
"Oh my uh... my!"
"Buddy, you can say 'holy cow.'" Hubby told him.
"Really? Holy cow holy cow holy cow holy cow holy cow!"
There. I bet he feels better.