Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Fuuuuuddddddgggggge...

I have had a real potty mouth lately. I totally blame my job and the coworker that makes me want to throw a stapler at her stupid ugly hat wearing head.

This potty mouth has come around at the perfect time, now that my son is starting to speak and repeat choice words. I have tried really really hard to not say curse words around him, and he has not repeated any so far, but I am expecting that someday something bad will happen and the mother of all curse words will slip out. It'll be like slow motion, and it will just fall out of his mouth. Knowing him, the moment that he sees the look of horror that will cross my face is the same moment that he'll decide that this new is his most favoritest word ever.

Then I'll have to bring out the bar of soap.

6 comments:

Kelly said...

We didn't stop cursing soon enough and Makena is a little parrot. There was one time that is particularly memorable.

Makena always wants to get the huge car shopping cart when we go to the supermarket. I can't drive the damn thing and always hit stuff. I started saying "crash" whenever this happened.. mainly to let everyone around me know that I knew that I just hit something.. but I'm still cool. Anyway, Makena started saying "crash" whenever this happened. One day we were all at Lowes and I ran into something. Makena didn't say crash. I tried to prompt her by saying, "what does mommy say when that happens." She yelled, "Oh F$*@!"

Since abstaining isn't going to be our most reliable course of action we try to correct each other. When one of us slips, the other will say "Mommy/Daddy, don't say that. That's not very nice." Being the parrot that she is, Makena will say this so she is now the Potty Mouth Police.

Katie said...

Haha, that's hilarious! Good idea, we'll have to start correcting each other.

Right now he's the stair police. We've been teaching him to stay off of the stairs, so now whenever the dog goes upstairs he starts shaking his finger at her going "NO! DOWN! WOOF! WOOF!"

Femme au Foyer said...

You know, I think you both are brilliant parents. I never considered using the dogs and ourselves as teaching tools. I think it's *really smart* to have the child call you out when you slip up on cursing. That way it's reinforced that cursing is bad, and the child doesn't have the desire to imitate you. Likewise with having Will police Jenny on the stairs.

I think children "get" the concept of hypocrisy long before they can pronounce the word. How can they do something if they're running around directing everyone else not to do it? Take my nephew, for example. He loves to run around issuing "safety vioations" for every little infraction. When I was visiting he went to touch a pan that was fresh out of the oven, so I gave him a "safety violation". He wasn't upset with me and he easily understood that he'd done something wrong that was not to be repeated.

Kelly, back in the days of my old blog I wrote not one, but several entries devoted to mothers who cannot steer those damn kiddie carts (thus crashing into me). It happened on so mny occassions! Once, when Melek and I were in line at the checkout and a lady crashed her kiddie cart into me and pinned me against the checkout counter. You can believe I yelled "OH F#@%!" then!

Femme au Foyer said...

Oh, and I had no idea that Will could speak "Dogese". Could I borrow him for a week or so? There are some things I've been meaning to tell our pooches...

Kelly said...

Femme--you'll have your turn to pin some unsuspecting bystander into the counter. It's inevitable. The other day I was putting our stuff on the conveyer belt and the cart moved forward some and abruptly stopped. It stopped because it wasn't able to move the woman standing in front of me. I immediately and profusely apologized. She didn't acknowledge me at all. She grunted and scowled and huffed and puffed. At first I felt badly, then I decided.. nah, it's funny and I let out a snicker that was just audible to those a car-shopping-cart-length away. And to think I thought she was already as pissed as she could be!

Femme au Foyer said...

Nope. Nope, nope. I'm going to tell Little Inman that the kiddie carts are broken.