True Confessions Thursday

Today's true confession is a two parter.

First, I have been known to curse like a drunken sailor and yes, I kiss my mother with that mouth, thank you very much. These days I have toned it down quite a bit since my heyday as a sorority girl. Trust me those sweet bows we wore in our hair were false advertising; drinking, swearing and burping contests were high on our list of extracurricular activities.

Of course now most of my choice words are reserved for places without little ears. And I have almost completely switched friggin and freakin for the f-word. However, sometimes, damn it something sneaks out and I don't even realize it. Oh crap, just like that. Later I hear my words repeated in sweet tiny little voices and I know they learned them from me because my hubby doesn't have a potty mouth.

Here's the second part of the confession other than hearing them use Jesus or God as an expletive I can't help but be hella proud when they use swear words in context. Like when Breanna at the tender age of 4 exclaimed "damn it I can't get my shoe on" I was impressed. And I couldn't help but laugh out loud last week when Brooke said "I can't get this freakin thing on her" while trying to dress her Polly Pocket. When questioned about the word she told me "I say freakin when I am angry with something".

PROFANITY - you're doin' it right.

Anybody got a friggin confession this week? Come on, share damn it! Oh shit, there I go again!

7 comments:

Sprog cussed for the first time at 2.

"Shit, traffic!" as uttered when driving one of his matchbox cars up onto another pile of his cars.

Totally my doing. I cuss around him all the time now though. He knows the difference between adult words and kid words and is DESPERATE to be old enough.

July 24, 2008 at 2:41 PM  

We instituted a "swear jar" because although my kid doesn't talk, I SWEAR he understands EVERYTHING and for SURE I don't want his first word to be "motherfucker."

The swear jar, ah, she has taken most of my money these long, long months.

July 24, 2008 at 2:51 PM  

That is too frickin funny.

July 24, 2008 at 3:25 PM  

This is funny. I TOO used to have a bad potty mouth. I cleaned it up quite a bit when my toddler said: "oh shit" when she was trying to lift a heavy object.
I have eased some words back in...freakin', friggin' and crap.
The kids can't say them....but I can. damnit.

July 24, 2008 at 10:45 PM  

I'm confessing for my mother-in-law. She teaches Diego all the bad spanish words and then denies that she ever says any of them. Then he says all these bad spanish words (like the spanish equivalent to the "f" word) in front of other spanish speakers. I CRINGE. Grandma laughs. Some of the other spanish speakers laugh, too! Others are horrified.

I don't know what to do.

July 24, 2008 at 11:31 PM  

I was good about it when the kids were little; I have definitely loosened up in the last couple of years. I'm a total hypocrite about the whole thing.

July 25, 2008 at 2:33 AM  

Miss Thing, while grocery shopping with DH and was the ripe old age of 1.5, had asked for Potato Chips, I obliged but when she asked for then opened down the aisle - I said, No. I don't roll like that - EVER. Pissed, she said, "God damn it." just as an elderly lady was passing our cart. DH and I swung around horrified. Never stopped us... I have a trucker mouth....

July 25, 2008 at 6:47 AM  

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