Deep, deep, deep, deep BITCH

If anyone knows one thing about us, it's the fact we cuss in this household and we are not ashamed of it. We also allow our children to cuss (within reason) and as long as it's used properly. Look, they are going to learn it sooner or later, and it's going to be sooner, with the proper context and certain rules.

We had a good giggle tonight because as we were discussing dinner we were trying to figure out what would be had. Pizza was the end vote, which is fine, I'm over cooking for the week *yeah, shut it, it's only Tuesday, so what?* and the kids were discussing whether they liked regular or deep dish better.

I could care less, Livie voted on original and Abi apparently wanted deep bitch.

As Abi expressed her love for deep dish pizza her words got jumbled after many "deep, deep, deep, deep" words, she came out with bitch for dish.

So it may be a few days before we end up with a "deep bitch" but tonight's dinner will be a deep dish instead. It will just have to suffice.