I cuss like a sailor and have what they call a trucker’s mouth. I’ve been known to drop the f bomb in totally inappropriate situations. I’ve tried to stop, okay not very hard, but I probably can’t stop. It’s part of who I am. Genetics. Though my mother hasn’t said a bad word to me a day in her life…maybe damn once. Still I’ll blame genetics. That’s what us kids do!
Now I have two kids, two little, adorable, innocent kids that just want to absorb the English language. Such much so that all the words, not just the “good” ones, are being absorbed.
I can still remember the first time Will said shit. He was about two and dropped something by the back door and threw the word out. Perfect context and use for the situation he was in. I was so
proud ashamed and held back my laughter punishment. It’s 5 years later and I still haven’t changed my ways, except maybe I’m more aware. Admittance is the first step, right?
Yesterday, Hannah made a trick or treat bag at school. Does anyone else think she made a bag for the Ass?? Maybe it’s time I regroup!