F-bomb

So, Jack has dropped his first F-bomb.  We were leaving a restaurant after my birthday and, as usual, I had Jack hold my hand when we were about to go into the parking lot.  Jack likes to jump off of the curb so we counted together, then he jumped in the air and yelled, "F@#! it!"  Then he started laughing as though it was something funny and situationally appropriate.  My eyes widened in horror as my brain scrambled to figure out where he could possibly have heard that.

I asked him and his face got all serious, as he realized that he had done something that was wrong.  "The video," he replied.  It took me a little while to figure out what happened.  Apparently he has figured out how to navigate away from the favorite videos that have been pre-selected for him on YouTube on the IPad.  Through a series of clicks on "Related Videos", he stumbled upon a video of guys jumping off of a cliff into a lake.  They count 1, 2, 3, just like we did and before jumping, utter the phrase that Jack so easily picked up. 

The viewing history has now been cleared so he can't find it again and we are hoping our little talk sunk in good.  Now we are just hoping that we don't get a call from pre-school.