Can you spot it?

Yeah, it’s the mug with the profane acronym.  An homage of sorts to our former, younger, non-parental selves.

This morning, Ben randomly put his coffee mug down to pick up MJ, so when I walked in the living room I saw the WTF mug nestled in with our family photos.  Quite the awkward juxtaposition.

Ben’s dad gave him the mug for a birthday present when we in college or maybe when I was in vet school.  Who knows?  It’s from ThinkGeek – a store for “programmers, linux hackers, and open source geeks.”  Oh how my husband loves this store.

WTF is a common phrase I know.  It’s applicable in the computer world when programs don’t work/servers break/non IT people (me!) ask stupid questions, etc.

Kinda funny to think this mug has a few short months of life left.  I know Mary James won’t be reading anytime soon, but my nephew could pick out letters when he was two and a half.  WTF is not something I ever want coming out of my precious baby’s mouth.  I don’t really even like the word “butt” and now I SO get why mom hated me saying “pissed off.”

Sayonara potty mouthed mug!