Those little signs

I am a worrier. About everything! I lay in bad at night and worry about our kids like crazy. It's insane. I just don't know how to shut it off sometimes. Cooper is so impressionable, as are most kids, all I can do is pray that he hears us and takes it to heart. For the most part he is still very sheltered. There are certain words we do not say in front of him, butt is one example. We just use the word bottom. Not that butt is that big of a deal, we just don't say it. We have heard him correct Steve's mom on many occasions. Another one is stupid. I don't even know if he has heard that word yet. Last Friday we had small group and Steve's parents came over to watch the boys. We got home after they were in bed and the first thing out of his dad's mouth was he was corrected again on another word. He was telling Cooper a story about someone dressed up as a monster on Halloween and he used the word ugly. Cooper says, "Oh no Papaw, we don't use that word". It's those little signs that maybe we aren't doing such a bad job after all.