I just heard the "F word" emanating from my daughter’s room. My sweet, little, seven year-old, bible-studying daughter. FYI, she is NOT a sailor, but apparently has a mouth like one! (And she kisses her mother with it!)
I was working diligently on our taxes in the adjoining hallway when…
Me: "What was that??!!!"
I tried REALLY hard not to start cracking up. Couldn't help it. I called her out into the hallway, and asked her again what she had said. "Darn", she insisted.
"Are you lying to your mommy right now?", I asked.
"What did you really say?", I asked again.
"F*ck", she squeaked out, the tears starting to flow. That's when I really couldn't hold back the laughter.
"Just because I'm laughing, doesn't mean I'm not mad. I am. Not only because you are not allowed to use that word, but because you lied to me", I said.
I then sent her to sit on the couch and think of a “consequence” for her actions. I am not sure what she will come up with, but I AM sure it will be minor.
Maybe it’s genetic. Lord knows my hottie hubby has been known to drop an “F bomb” on a near daily basis…and I am also to blame if substitute expletives like “flippin’”and “freakin’” count. I HAVE to go back to saying “sugar mama” in place of the “S” word. Got lots of eye-rolls from my friends when I would say that. Crap.
Oops, there’s another of my fave “bad words”. Crud. That’s better.