You reached a new milestone in "immigrant toddler-hood" last night.
We walked in the door and the heat vent under the sink was slightly askew. It sits in the kick plate, so it was a bit obvious that it wasn't sitting correctly.
You immediately blamed it on the dog.
You said, "Divot broke it!"
Then you picked it up and held it in your hands. You looked at it like it was horribly destroyed.
"It's broken" you said, "Damn it!"
I asked you where you heard that word.
You said, 'Daddy."