Out of the Mouth of Babes!

Yesterday, while Audrey attended dance class, Anthony, the boys and I met my friend Shannon and her little boy, Logan at the park. We brought the boy's bikes and they rode around the lake while we walked quickly behind. We instructed the boys to stop at every bench and wait for us to catch up. As we chatted and walked the boys zipped from bench to bench.

The park was quite busy yesterday as it was a lovely day and everyone was taking the opportunity to walk their dogs or just get some exercise in the fresh air. Their was an older and extremely distraught woman walking towards us that was saying, "I don't think your mother would like to hear you saying that!" She continued, "Are you their Mothers?"
"Yes," we replied.
She asked, "Did you know your boys are saying 'Son of a Bitch'?"
"WHAT!" "Which ones," we inquired.
"I don't know. The little one look the same," she replied.
Oh no! BOYSSSSSS!

So we questioned them about who is saying naughty words and who needed vinegar. They were totally perplexed. No one is saying any bad words, Mommy.
Hummmmm!

What the boys were really saying... STOP AT THE BENCH!