It was inevitable really...
Emma is to the point where she pretty much says whatever you say. We are beyond lists, there are new words every day. Last night when I was dressing her I had a problem with the snaps.
Me: Damnit (pretty quietly and with too much emphasis)
Emma: Damnit...Damnit...Damn it.
Me: Shamed silence.
I figured my best bet was to keep a poker face and not react whatsoever. She wouldn't realize the word had any import and I wouldn't be likely to hear it again. I think it worked. Now the trick is to avoid slipping up again anytime soon.