Potty Mouth

As I finally had a chance today to sit down and read a magazine, Brenna runs out of the kitchen yelling something at her little sister. Mind you, the little sister is not quite 1 yet and could give a crap, but she is obviously upset about something. She’s barging towards me and I ask, “What’s going on?” Mind you, I’m a little more interested in the article that I’m reading than really caring about the situation at hand.

“Rowan got my frickin’ crayons!” Ok, well, THAT got my attention. She’s holding the last of her crayons in the air with a really angry gesture to boot. I’m trying not to smirk and fall off the couch laughing so hard! It just amazes me how such a little thing can convey a message with the appropriate emphasis on such words. It’s so beyond me. We had a little talk about bad words and how mommy and daddy shouldn’t say them, but we occasionally do and how wrong it is. I did not get into the part about how GRATIFYING it can be sometimes. Almost as gratifying as slamming doors, one of my specialties, I must point out.

So my neighbor Mike comes over to return the lawn mower later that afternoon. Brenna and I are talking to him in the kitchen and Brenna was telling her story about how she went to jump into Rowan’s room this morning and hit her pinky toe on the door jam. Now this is the perfect example of where expletives come in handy and they make you FEEL GOOD. Right? Anybody with me here on that? So Mike tells her that he’s done that before and it hurt so bad that he had “expletives” come out. I told Brenna that they were bad words. So what does she do? “You mean like dammit to hell?” I mean, WTF? Didn’t I just tell her not to use those bad words? He was trying not to laugh and so was I. I guess we need to have this discussion again.

Speaking of WTF, one of the blogs that I read had a very entertaining post concerning this. Check it out, it’s hilarious!

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