Funny boy

Henry was mad at me today in the car. He threw his blanket behind the seat and yelled at me about it. He told David not to look at him. When we got home I unbuckled his carseat and said it was time to get out. He said, "Jesus Crap Mama, I don't want to right now." Um, excuse me? "I SAID Jesus Crap Mama, I don't want to get out." Oh, well that clears it up. I told him we don't say things like that. "Damnit. I like to say Jesus Crap." And I thought he would be the sweet one.