Messin Up

I have been messing up my words around here. Quite frequently. I have been known to say, spet a goon instead of get a spoon. My cherubs find it hilarious while I wonder if I need drugs. Last week Nathan began his usual whine and I meant to say,"Don't start fussing." Instead I said, "Stup farsing." Ohmygosh. Joshua fell on the floor laughing so hard, squealing, "Farsing, farsing, farsing." I laughed too. I laughed until the tears started rolling down my face. It gelt freat, I mean felt great.