Every time my son rounds this corner, he says: OH MY GOSH!:
(First of all, my son says: GOSH! Coming from the womb and household of a Mama who spent a good chunk of third grade trying to get her BFF, M, to say: f*cksh*tf*cksh*tf*ckf*ckf*ck, this is amazing. Like a FREAKIN’ miracle. See what I mean?)
I have always laughed this off as an E oddity until I took a more discerning look at what is around the corner:
THE STAIRS OF DEATH.
Also known as my very messy house. I am NOT a naturally clean person. I don’t even like showering so how am I ever going to be bothered giving my house a bath. And in my defense, those steps ARE organized into piles of clean and dirty clothing. And an ace bandage.
But just to throw off E, I CLEANED THE STAIRS:
And as we round the corner, he says: OH MY GOSH!
But then I realize, he’s probably never seen those last five stairs.
OH MY GOSH! THERE ARE STAIRS AT THE END OF THOSE STAIRS!