Lauren’s mother was in town visiting with us this past week. On Friday night, Lauren and her mom decided they were going to go out together, just the two of them, and leave me home with the boys.
As the ladies were getting ready I was mentally prepping Max and Wyatt for an evening without their mother as well as a night without their Mom Mom, who they both adore. I was talking a big game about how it would be a “guy's night”, just the three men, with no one to tell us what to do. I was telling the boys that we could sit around in our underwear and watch cartoons all night. That we could fart, burp and be rude at will, that we could be men.
I was selling them on the fact that Daddy would be in charge and I joked out loud, “Heck, we might even go to Hooters. Who is gonna stop us?” Like I said, I was talking a big game.
Maxfield looked up at me and gave me a puzzling look.
“Do you want to go to Hooters?” I asked Max. He did not say anything.
Lauren and her mom were all ready to go and they stopped in the kitchen to say goodbye to the men of the house. They kissed Wyatt and then Max and as Lauren was about to kiss me goodbye she asked what were we planning for the evening.
I turned to Max and asked him. His response was a two-year-old’s attempt to pronounce Hooters. Except he failed to pronounce one of the “O’s and the “T”.
It sounded like he said Whores.
Lauren looked at me with wide eyes and a look that said I can’t believe you taught him that word and I am going to kill you when I get home.
I tried to explain that "whore" was not the word I taught him and that it was actually the word "Hooter" that I wanted him to say but then I realized I was in a lose lose situation and I let it go.