Bloody What?!

"Mom, what is Bloody Hair?" Griffin asks me this morning as I sip my coffee.

"Bloody what?" I ask, unsure what he is trying to tell me.

"Hair! Bloody Hair!" He says back at me.

"Bloody Hair?" I ask, still uncertain.

"Yes. Isn't Bloody Hair a bad word, we should never, ever say?" Griffin says, with wide eyes.

"Bloody Hair? No. Bloody Hair is not a bad word. And yes, you can say it." I proclaim.

Griffin nods and leaves the room. It takes all of a minute for Aidan to rush into the kitchen, all a flutter with nervous excitement.

"Mom! Did you just tell Griffin that he can say a bad word?" Aidan shouts, my rule follower, clearly aghast at my mothering choices.

"No. I told him that Bloody Hair is not a bad word."

Before I can even finish that sentence, Aidan is shaking his head at me, with pity in his eyes.

"Mom, he didn't say Bloody Hair! He said, " Aidan lowers his voice to a whisper, "Bloody HELL!"

Oh, Bloody Hell. Well, that makes a little more sense then. I quickly corrected Griffin, who was clearly disappointed that he could not bloody hair his brothers to death. And thanked Aidan, for always being on the job. I really shouldn't make decisions in the morning until I am at least two cups of coffee into my day.