What the #*&%!!!

I need to write down a couple of quick stories that took place this weekend. The first one happened on Friday night. We are BIG Hurricane Tiger football fans. Our family attends all of their games. We rarely miss one. We support Hurricane because of the coach, "uncle" Chris. Chris Homer is one of Russ' best friends and fly-fishing buddies. He, Russ and my boys go to Yellowstone every summer. He has become one of my boys favorite "uncles". Anyway, last Friday the Tigers had a game in Fillmore, UT against the Millard Eagles. Yes, Fillmore, 2 1/2 hours from St. George. Yes, we traveled to the game. I am not kidding... we are devout fans. At Millard High there is a huge field behind the visitors stands. The hitting dummies for the football team are kept on that field. My boys decided to go down and practice their football skills with the dummies. Where we were sitting in the stands, I could keep an eye on them and make sure they were staying out of trouble. When half-time of the game rolled around we found Chris' wife, Carie, up in the stands and went to sit with her. She was telling us about her brother's wedding which was taking place the following morning and catching us up on the team news. I wasn't really paying attention to my boys. It wasn't until after the game that we heard what had happened during half-time. Uncle Chris informed us that he had taken his team onto the practice field behind the visitor's stands during the half. He had his team huddled up and was preparing them for the second half, when in came the Hyde boys. Chris said Grant had his arms out like he was an airplane, flying in loopty-loops right into the middle of his team. Garrett just walked into the huddle like he belonged there. They went up to Chris, gave him five, said "Hi", then went back to playing. Poor Chris. At least they didn't call him "Turtlehead" in front of his team, which is the nickname my boys have adorned him with. It was also a blessing for my boys that the Tigers absolutely dominated that game, winning 36-6. If they had been losing, Uncle Chris probably wouldn't have been laughing about the little half-time interruption. Thanks Chris for not killing the boys and for providing fabulous Friday night entertainment.

The second story I have to tell happened on Sunday morning. I had to work at the hospital that morning. Luckily, two of our heart surgeons were on vacation this week and I had very few patients. I was able to get home in time for breakfast. Russ was making bacon and pancakes when I got home. I said my hellos and then went into the bedroom to begin ironing the kids clothes for church, when I heard Gracie ask Russ, " Dad, where are my f---in' "pant"cakes?". Russ said, "What did you say?". Then she repeated the question with the "F" word flowing easily from her innocent little mouth. Russ came sprinting into the bedroom... laughing hysterically...not wanting Gracie to see him and think it was funny or cute to say such words. I, of course, FREAKED. "Did she just say what I think she said?!!!" We went back into the kitchen and asked her one more time what kind of "pant"cakes she wanted (that's how she pronounces pancakes). Once again, she swore. Russ again had to leave the room with tears running down his face. Russ and I are not swearers! Well, I swore at Russ one time when we were engaged and he hung up the phone on me after telling me he didn't appreciate my language (and I think I only used the "D" word). I don't think I have sworn since. My point being, I know she didn't hear that word from us. When I asked her where she had heard that word, she said she didn't know. What I do know is that she has been in kindergarten for one week and is already swearing like a sailor! WOW- love the public schools. I had to have the "we don't say that word" talk with her. I think she understands. I am just praying she doesn't ask her Primary teacher when it is her turn to give the f---in' prayer.

Imagine that big, ugly word coming out of her cute, little mouth.