Luckily, Craig's diction left something to be desired and so, while in church and standing for a long period of time holding him in my arms, he began to chant "Shit, shit, shit" because my sister always said it in threes.
There was a pew of nuns directly behind us listening to this chorus.
I was mortified, but still able to think quickly and said is a loud enough voice for the nuns to hear, "No, honey, we can't sit yet." I don't know if they bought it or not. I like to think I covered for the little shit.
Little kids are damn parrots.