Shoot!

My little baby boy isn't such a baby anymore. He is starting to talk a little more in sentences which means his jibber jabber (my favorite thing ever) is going to be gone before I know it. He has been doing the funniest things that crack me up lately but today I wanted to write one down before I forgot.
A few weeks ago my parents were in town and my dad mentioned that we must say "Shoot" a lot because Co says "shoot" (with a little bit of an acent which makes it sound more like something we DON'T say). I hadn't really noticed we said "shoot" a lot but I did start to notice that when something bad would happen Co would say "shoot". Today I was in a hurry to go to the store to prepare for Activity Days (my church calling) and we stopped at Arbys to eat. I had Co on one hip, my purse on my other shoulder and my drink with no lid in the hand with the purse. All of a sudden my purse slid down my arm knocking my drink and spilling a good portion down the front of my really cute purse. I said "Ugh!" Co said, "Shoot!". And I had to laugh.