At 5:45 this morning we sung in the truck our way down the hill towards daycare, as I can I take sips from my in-the-truck cup of coffee between lyrics.
Once at the bottom of our hill, it takes three turns to get from the main road to parked in front of Antonio's daycare.
On the third turn, my coffee cup spills over, onto my pant leg and forms a pond below my feet.
Crap!

Luckily there is an extra jacket in the backseat that Antonio helpfully handed to me. All I was able to do was scrub a bit at my pant leg. I opened the door and my coffee cup tumbled out and broke.

Today.
I was that parent today, that said "Shit" at her kids daycare.

Of course there was another parent there. At least his daughter out of the car yet, so she was spared such coarse language.