The dreaded "F" bomb...

I can probably count on my fingers the occassions that I have heard Brad use the "F" bomb in the 9 years that I have known him. Well, one of those occassions was this weekend. In preparation for the new baby we are getting the "spare" bedroom ready for Sydney to move into. This weekend's task was a bookshelf & in the building of said shelf, frustration led to "the" word.
The first time he said it, I didn't say anything because I don't think Sydney really noticed & he had a right to be ticked. However, he then said it again & guess who "repeated" it? Thankfully Sydney's "ph" sound is actually a "sh" sound, so to the unknowing ear she just said "SHUCK". Nonetheless, I figured it was time for Sydney & I to leave the room & let Brad fix what he started.
So, Sydney & I went & made a brownie pie to have for dessert. I think she had much more fun doing this than watching "Daddy build?".

Yes that is another bruise on her forehead. This one was my fault, I was reading a notice on the door into swimming lessons & opened the other door right into her head! I knocked her right back on her keester! No glowing Mother acknowledgements for me that day!