too little too late

As I was getting ready to put Mac to bed tonight he said "baby?" (Which is the well-worn, even more well-loved pony he has with slept every single night since the first night we put him in his crib in Cincinnati.)

I took a look around and when I couldn't find it right away I said under my breath "darn it, where is it?"

Mac followed me around for the next three minutes looking for the pony and repeating "Damn it, Mama, Damn it."

I guess I waited too long to clean up my mouth.

Shit!