@!*#!

i.e. my first swear word.  Yea, not good.

It went something like this:  I was escorting Sloan to her kennel because she was behaving like a begging mongrel while Boden was eating.  As I was shutting the door to the dog's room, Boden yelled, "Dammit, Sloan.  In your kennel!"  The good news is, he used the term appropriately, I guess :( 

He hasn't repeated it, since, and I didn't make a big deal of it (or any deal for that matter), so hopefully it's not a permanent part of his vernacular just yet.  And I told Todd to clean up his mouth from now on because I don't want a toddler that swears like a sailor...or his dad.