And before anyone suggests I investigate where she learned it, lemme save you the time. Both my husband and I swear a lot. More than we should, probably.
And definitely more than we should around someone who is still learning to write her name. We need to reel it in, and I know it. Unfortunately, knowing it and remembering to do it in the moment are two different things.
As the youngest of four, with a 13-year-old at the top, all her siblings swear too. There is no shortage of material. Add in all the stuff the older kids are watching on TV and my youngest is basically getting a PhD in inappropriate language.
And God love her because she uses it correctly. She understands placement and timing. She nails emphasis when she knows the moment calls for something a little extra.
She isn’t just saying a forbidden word to get a response from us, she is actually making a point. And a lot of times, she nails it. And because of that it can be very hard to parent her with a straight face.
I mean, I know I need to be the adult in the room. I know laughing doesn’t help. But when a little girl in pigtails throws out a perfectly timed “f*#%”, it just kills me.
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