I have the mouth of a sailor - or trucker - take your pick. Apparently that needs to change or I'll have a foul-mouthed little boy running around here in no time flat. To "encourage" a change in vocabulary, there is talk of a Swear Jar entering our home. What the $%^&?!?!? Rumor has it that the f-bomb will cost me $5 per use. I think that's a bit steep. On the up side, we'll be able to send Caleb to college with that money, no problem. By age 3.
I've been pretty good around the nieces and nephews over the years. Only lately have I let it relax - and only around the older ones. A few years ago, I had two of them with me and apparently let a word slip that I didn't even realize had passed my lips. My nephew said "Auntie! You said the "c" word!" I was shocked, mortified, embarrassed - but confused. I don't even use the "c" word! So after running the past few statements through my memory, I said "I don't think so!" to which he replied "Uh huh... you said c-r-a-p."
Oh, that "c" word.
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