Leah L
So the story, it’s gonna be about whenever my son, who’s three, Aiden, called my husband a fucking ass.
I’m sitting on the couch and I’m holding my daughter, I’m feeding her, and he’s giving Aiden a bath, and I can’t see them, but I can hear them. Josh and Aiden are getting into it. They are yelling at each other, I hear splashing, all sorts of ruckus going on in there—it’s a very hostile bath environment. All of a sudden, Aiden comes running around the corner, and he has just his underwear on, and he leans over the ottoman. Josh, I don’t see him, he doesn’t come in the living room, and Aiden leans over the ottoman and he goes, “Fucking ass daddy.”
And I’m looking at him and I’m like, “Aiden, no! Those are Mommy Daddy words. Don’t say that, don’t say that!”
I say, “Just tell me again, what did you say?” and he looks at me and he goes, “Fucking ass daddy.”
Just then, Josh walks around the corner and he says, “What did he say?”
I say, “He called you a fucking ass,” and Josh says, “I’m not disagreeing with him…but he can’t call me that.” [Laughs].
