This morning Noah and I were eating strawberries for breakfast, and one of his strawberries slipped off his fork and (splat) hit the ground.  He looked down and muttered, “oh gosh”.  Not the worst thing he could say, but it sounded so bratty 13 year old, and not so innocent little 3 year old cutie pie.  Obviously, he’s going to repeat whatever he hears us say.  So what do I say?  You have to say something when those sudden moments of unexpected frustration drop in your lap, right?  Oh jeepers.  Good gravy.  Oh my stars.  Good gracious.  Tarter sauce.  Oh dear.