Our little mimic

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Mike has a filthy mouth, mine is not exactly sparkly clean. But we usually manage to watch our mouths around Greyson. He is at the stage where he mimics almost everything we say, especially the last few words. I liken him to a Kurt Vonnegut character in Breakfast of Champions who suffers from echolalia.

The most amusing part of this is hearing him use our expressions. Someone must have made a comment when changing one of G's diapers, because when it's time to get a new one, he'll grab the crotch of his diaper and say "Oh gahd!" in a funny little voice. He even said it one day when looking at the melted gooey mess on his hands after a snack. So he knows what's up!

Fortunately, the words he has repeated from us are pretty mild... in comparison to what came out of his mouth this weekend when Uncle Robert visited. Greyson was enamored with Uncle Robert, repeating his name over and over, bringing him toys and showing off his mad baby skillz. Uncle Robert is a lot like Mike. Outspoken, foul-mouthed, and often loud. So within two minutes he had Greyson spouting off two of the "words you can never say on television." Not on purpose, mind you, just in loving imitation.

Thankfully, we had the wherewithal to not react, and those words have been forgotten by now. Until Uncle Robert visits again.