So I put down the medicine measuring cup and get the elderberry syrup out of the fridge (still trying to not get the cold that's been stalking me for weeks) and am sufficiently distracted that, by the time I close the refrigerator door, I've forgotten where I put the measuring cup. Although the counter's pretty clean, there's enough clutter that I don't see it.

I sigh and say more or less to Hunter (who is happily smearing himself with tangerine juice), "Hunter, your mother is a ditz."

From the direction of the high chair, I hear a very distinct, "Ditz! Ditz!" giggle "Ditz!"

I am so glad I don't curse on a regular basis.