TJ swears.
He says dammit.
It doesn't bother me for some reason. I guess if he's going to swear, it might as well be that. Could be much, much worse.
The part of it that makes it really easy to deal with is that half the time he says "dammit" but the other half of the time, he says "damage!" and he means it. He thinks they are interchangeable.
We were making cupcakes today and he got chocolate all over his hands - DAMAGE! he yells.
He cracks the egg and some of the shell ended up in the batter. DAMMIT! he yells.
See, it works.
He is so going to start a new trend in pre-k.