If you’ve ever spent any time in real life with me then you know I have a foul mouth. Yesterday (after waiting to see my doctor for over an hour and a half and then finally deciding to get up and leave) was a particularly foul language day.
Cursing. It’s a deplorable trait.
I think I can count on one hand how many times I heard my mother use a curse word, which only makes me feel worse.
For me, cursing has become somewhat of a habit, whether it’s out of anger, frustration or to emphasize a point, sometimes there is just no substitute for “hell”, “shit”, “damn”, or worse. I have several four-letter favorites.
I have been noticing rampant potty talk in public lately too. It seems as though people have no sensor, no decorum.
Has cursing become more acceptable? I think over the years my language has gotten worse. I blame the challenges of parenthood and our six-month old puppy. But really that is no excuse.
I try to temper myself, especially around Lucas because he is a little mimic and I am ashamed to admit has dropped the F bomb more than once.
In an appropriate scenario.
In front of my in-laws.
Not one of my finer moments.
I’ve been trying to say, “what the H?”, “F this” or “F-ing that” and Lucas thinks it’s a letters game and will say, “what the K?”, “what the L?” and “J that”.
The twinkle in his eye tells me he knows better.
How do you mind your Ps and Qs around your tots?
