Grant looked up at his mom, standing on his tippy toes as he rocked back and forth with his hands on his hips. “Okay,” he said, face concentrating like he was having deep thoughts as he looked around the store.
Peyton shrugged. “I might be hungry afterward, there's that pizza place, Luigi's down at the very end of the mall. They always have good eats, but yeah, we'll see about that,” He replied as he walked toward a rack of clothes, looking through them. “Man, I swear. Kids get nicer clothes than adults and look at this shit, they're cheaper too.”
Grant looked up in shock as he followed Peyton to the rack, he looked back at his mom. “Mommy! Uncle Pey said a curse word,” he said, like he just couldn't believe it. Then he smiled at her question, bounding back over to her as he looked up and spoke. “Because it's my favorite color! Why else?”
Peyton looked sheepish, he tried not to cuss around kids, especially Grant. They were so impressionable, and usually while he didn't have many concrete opinions on things, he just felt like kids cursing was very unappealing. “Sorry about that, Grant. I'll watch my mouth or your mom can wash it out with soap if I do it again.”
Grant looked at him squarely, his face serious even for a little boy. “You better. Right, Mommy?”