At least that’s what my dad used to say. I’ve heard that probably thousands of times, but I still like to let the naughty words fly when the kids aren’t around or curse when I stub my toe…after all, it relieves pain! And even though I try to watch my language around the kids, my husband isn’t always as diligent and they have picked up a few choice words. Like when my oldest (who was 4 at the time) yelled out “SHIT” and pounded his fist on the table when he didn’t get his way once. In front of my in-laws. I was mortified. Or when I hurt myself and said “sonofa” in the middle of Walmart once. My (then 2) younger son finished that phrase for me.
But yesterday, I was working in my office and the kids were playing in the living room. I could hear what they were saying, but couldn’t see what they were doing. I kept hearing my younger son saying things like “Let’s go bitches!” and “You be a bitch, too.” to his brother. I was dying, but refused to go in there and make a big deal out of it because I didn’t want to draw attention to the behavior. I waited several minutes and went in there to see what they were playing.
Apparently they were pretending to be FISHES. Leave it to me to turn it into something naughty. A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste.
