Out of the mouths of babes

On our way home from Trick-or-Treating last night we hit one of those yellow lights that is too yellow to run but you have to break hard to stop. I was not wearing my seat belt (I know, shame on me) and I had to grab the handle on the door and brace myself of the roof of the car to keep from hitting the dash board. While stopping myself from exiting the car via the windshield we hear Michael (my 2 year old) from the back seat yell, "Jesus!"

There was no blaming this one on my husband. Michael learned this from me. It is what I say when my psycho driver husband pulls his "nearly get us killed" driver moves. (Ok, so maybe I can blame it on Aric a little.) Never the less, I have taught my son a word he shouldn't know in that way right now. While that word is not offensive to us, he doesn't need to use words that are offensive to others. *sigh*

What's worse is my husband and I laughed when he said it. I can't help it, I thought it was pretty freaking funny to hear him say it on his own especially in response to my husbands driving. :)