Puck!

Huh?!

So sister, our beautiful blonde-headed, perfect little foster baby girl was a fire cracker! She had a walk like she was on a mission everywhere she went. Her arms swinging and feet stomping with a look like “who’s going to stop me?” She fit right in with this family, no doubt. We couldn’t have asked for a better first foster placement. She and Brody were two peas in a pod. Sister wasn’t sacred of anything! From riding horses and four-wheelers, climbing up tall ladders to wrestling dogs, you name it...sister would do it! She was the type of girl who didn’t have time to come inside to poop, so she would just poop in the yard instead. She was very smart about it though. She would drop a little, then walk a little in her squat to drop some more. Very clean and tidy little girl if you know what I mean. Like I mentioned before, sister’s speech was terrible. We tried for months to figure out what the food “dibets” were, with no luck. Brody would just laugh and ask, “What are dibets?” Maybe one day we will figure out what “dibets” are, but for now we just smile and remember all the crazy things sister said. One night Eric was getting her ready for bed, and they were putting her pajamas on. She had a small ball in her hand. When he pulled her long sleeve shirt down over her head and arms, the ball rolled up her arm and was stuck in the sleeve. This upset her a bit. She looked down at the ball and said, “Puck ew!” in the most powerful little voice. Like all awesome parents do Eric asked, “What did you just say?” She said, “I say puck ew, my udder momma says puck ew!” I hear Eric yelling, “Whoa!” from the other room! “No, no, we don’t say that,” he exclaimed. I walk into the room to see what the commotion was. Eric pointing at me says, “You see this Momma...this momma doesn’t say that!" His eyes were huge. I knew it was something pretty bad. So sister again told me what her “udder momma” says. My husband talks to all kids like they are 20 years old. To hear him explain to her that we don’t talk like that almost made me laugh. He walked away from her and looked at me and asked, “Did that three year old just drop f bombs on us?” Well yes, Eric she just did! She did an okay job at keeping her “pucks” to herself after that, until she was all dressed in her pretty Christmas outfit ready to perform at her preschool. She had a toy flip phone and was pretending to talk on it while we were driving to her school. I asked, “Who are you talking to?” She replied, “To my udder momma.” I asked, “What are you saying?” And bam...without skipping a beat, she said “I tell udder momma puck ew!” There I was again, like all awesome parents! Why did I ask her what she was saying to udder momma?! Why? Brody was sitting next to her this time. Eric and I just slowly faced forward and tried not to show any facial expressions, because we knew exactly what was coming next. "Momma, what is she telling her other mom?" Brody asked. It's in times like these you lie to your child. "I don't know baby! I don't know what she's saying to her other momma!" I instantly changed the subject and ended our phone conversation with "udder momma!" So just remember in this world of beautiful foster babies, you have to be on guard for that occasional “puck ew!” All these babies come with prior knowledge, and our only job is to Love on Borrowed Time!

Yes, those are all real puppies!