Sometimes I swear in front of my little one.
Today the cat chased a mole into the house, and according to Isabella’s detailed re-telling, “Mommy said, oh shit, a mole!”
We were able to corral the little guy into a box and get him safely back outside. It’s been the story of the day, told again and again as she holds my face in her small hands. I love the feeling of that, those small hands on my face, big brown eyes commanding my full attention while she tells her story.
Also, that’s the first time I’ve seen a mole. They are adorable little creatures.