I did it! I’m guilty! I made the ultimate mistake when it comes to speaking in front of a, currently in the parrot stage, toddler. I swore *gasp, shock, horror*
I admit it, I’m partial to swearing. I swear for emphasis, to make my story more colourful, I rarely swear as a sign of aggression and in this particular scenario I’m without fault.
Let me set the scene so you get a better understanding.
It was Wednesday evening, I’m on my way home and there’s a van driving in front of me, he indicates left and begins to make his turn. I carry on driving as I can get past, bare in mind I’m not speeding we’re on a little side road, as I’m practically passing him the toss pot changes his mind and pulls back nearly hitting us and that’s when it happened. I saw red, I had no control, I succumbed to road rage and started to honk my horn like a mad woman, curly hair flailing every where (making me look even more like a nutter) and it slipped out “WHAT THE F**K!”.
I’ve been spending weeks trying to get baby K to say ‘I love you’ and nothing, but this my friend he picks up at the drop of a hat, from the back seat of the car my little angel, on this particular occasion, sweetly repeats, clear as day “what the f**ck” and adds a little mwah at the end. Repeatedly.
What do I do? I know it’s not funny but I want to burst out laughing, I do but I manage to hide the fact that I’m sniggering because I don’t want to encourage him and make him think he’s said something clever. So I go with “no baby, mummy said a naughty word we don’t say that.” I’d like to tell you it was that easy, but it isn’t. He carried on saying it, all proud of himself! So I decided to ignore it, I mean come on, he heard it once surely he’ll forget right? Wrong! The ‘incident’ happened nearly a week ago and he’s still saying it. I’ve turned my child in to a swearing menace!
I’m continuing to ignore it in the hope that as his little brain takes in more information mummy’s bad word will be forgotten.
Till then I think the time has come to become a U rated household. Gone are the days of swearing freely for the fear of raising a little menace to society with a potty mouth!
Have you ever had a ‘what the f**k’ moment? I’d love to hear about it!