The devil made me do it...

This morning I overheard a hollerin' exchange between lil' brother & big kid who were in their respective rooms getting ready for school:

lil' brother: .....oh, crap!!!!
big kid: noah, don't say that! that's not nice! say 'shoot' instead, ok?
lil' brother: okaaaaaayyyyy!!!! (top of lungs) SHIT!

Big kid literally falls out into an apoplectic fit and lectures lil' brother for so long and so hard while layering on the guilt and shame that I actually start to feel sorry for lil' brother-and a little panicked for myself. What if lil' brother rats me out? Please let him blame his dad.... but lil' brother gets no chance to explain or defend. Because big kid is wound up tighter than a Baptist preacher and he's still carrying on-only at a louder volume now. Looks like big kid is bringing puritan back into fashion at our house. And just so big kid wouldn't get after me, I hollered up the obligatory, "Hey! Enough with the bad language up there!"

But to be truthful, I think lil' brother did that on purpose. I get it-I really do. Because I'm cursed with the same affliction. Sometimes the devil just makes you do it!