My kids never just let it go when I stumble over my words.
My middle son sat at the dining room table enjoying a donut today. He looked up from his plate, "Hey Mom?"
"Sweet meat." He laughed and gave me a thumbs up.
Now let me explain becuase this comment does not sound great; I get it.
Last night, my youngest son was explaining something to me about video games. I was only half listening and doing the uh-huh parent response as he prattled on. When he got to the end of his loooong explanation, I responded with minced words. I was going to say sweet and then last minute decided to go with great but it came out as, "Sweet meat." I have no idea how or why or what for that matter.
It would have been fine if my family would have just ignored my bumbled reply, but nope.
"Did you just say, 'sweet meat'?" my middle son asked giggling.
"I did. I was trying to say someting else and it just came out wrong. And weird."
My oldest son popped his head in from the kitchen and gave me a quizzical look.
I thought that was the end of it, but I should've known better. My siblings and I did the exact same thing to my parents. If something strange and funny could be remembered and laughed at even years later, it would be.
I have a feeling years from now my children will randomly say 'sweet meat' when they see me. I view it as a term of endearment as it is for my own parents.
It's how we show our love, by laughing and enjoying one another, floundering, creepy words and all.