I have been having a slight problem with Ashton using the word “freakin” lately, both at home and at school.  Last week was worse than usual.  Thursday morning when I took him into school, I was busy putting his stuff away into his cubby and labeling his lunch as he stood next to me.  His teacher, Ms. Kay, walked over to us and said good morning, then stood there and was just kind of looking at Ashton and smiling.  After a few seconds of her looking at him, he proceeded to say the following to her in his best Joe Pesci voice (totally wish I was joking about this):

“What are you lookin at?  Huh?  What do I look like over here, some kind a freakin’ meatball or somethin?  What?  Are you gonna eat me?”

Immediately I am trying not to laugh and saying to him “Ashton - that was NOT nice and it’s not funny - say you are sorry right now to Ms. Kay!!!” Except this does no good when Ms. Kay is crying from laughing so hard and your son is now saying to you “Ms. Kay thinks it’s funny.”  On Friday when I picked him up, his “Weekly Messenger Report” was hanging on his cubby letting me know that he had another “freakin” good week and that they love him!  What the hell am I going to do with that boy?