i hear myself

My own words so often come back to haunt me these days.

For some reason, yesterday morning I was talking to Andy about the Wagnerian opera "The Flying Dutchman". (I have no idea why.) I said to Andy, "Der fliegende Holländer", which is the Flying Dutchman in German.

He looked at me questioningly, and then shook his finger at me and said, "No, Mommy! Don't say that! Don't teach him that!"

Apparently those words have been spoken a time or two around here....