**This Blog is rated R - for strong language.  ** 

If I flashback to when Stewart was two, he was going through his Finding Nemo phase.  We would sit together and watch Nemo, lots.  There were some Saturdays, when Bill went into DC for long runs (which means he got home between 11-noon) and Stewart and I would sit on the couch watching Nemo.  Sometimes twice before daddy got home.  I realize some of you are shaking your head accousting me for not doing something more educational with him - but when it came right down to it we were both happy.  He would sit in my lap or snuggle up next to me and we would watch Nemo.  And he would laugh and giggle and say "NEMO!" and as a mother, lost in the moment, I didn't/couldn't have wanted more.

Flashforward to Parker at two years old.  He loves Ponyo.  It's pretty cute. When i bought the movie, it was more for myself than it was for the kids but Parker totally loves the movie.  I like it because it is the only Miyazaki movie that makes sense to me.  But Parker has recently branched out to other Pixar movies:  Finding Nemo and Cars.  Mostly Cars.  And he could really like Cars because we have every single matchbox-car-sized die-cast Car that they made (except for the Sarge, which was recalled before we had a chance to buy it.)  We could recreate the whole entire movie on the carpet.  Parker likes to play with the cars.  He dumps out the box and then starts to line them up - in some order that makes sense in his cute little baby two-year old mind.

The only problem is he calls the movie Trucks, which he proudly prounounces, "FUCKS!"  This is a typical conversation that he and I have, almost on a daily basis, about the movie Cars.

Parker:  Fucks noooow.

Me:  Parker, say TRucks.  TRUCKS.

Parker:  Noo!  FUCKS!

Me:  TTTTRRRUCKS.  Trucks.

Parker:  NOOO!  FUCKS!  More FUCKS now!

Me:  Cars?  Can you say Cars?

Parker:  NOOOOO!  FUCKS!

Me:  CARS!  TRUCKS!

Parker:  dat fucks.  MORE FUCKS.

I realize this needs to get corrected yesterday.  He refuses to call it TRucks or even Cars.  He went outside with dad this evening, pointed to my car and said, "Mommy fuck" meaning, "Mommy's Truck."  Stewart is even recognizing what he is saying.  

The next time we are at wal-mart or target, and we go down the toy aisle with the Cars toys, I just know he is going to yell out, "FUCKS!"  and I am going to absolutely die.