by Kristina Cappetta
It’s the moment any parent dreads. The moment when your child learns how to say a swear word. He/she may not be able to say their name all that well, but they sure know how to say “fork” like it’s second nature. Of course, you laugh at first because you have no idea that the word or words are about to come out of that little mouth. But, after the shock, awe, and a few giggles you really need to squash it like a bug. But, what if you do and it still happens…repeatedly?
If you haven’t been able to guess, my little princess angels have learned some rather unlady like words. Does it make me a bad parent? No. Please say, no. It all started when I was driving one day and some ass cut me off. Instead of calling him a jerk or something else that didn’t start with an “F”, I chose some other words that are not exactly in the Bible, if you know what I mean. All of a sudden, I hear an echo like there’s some kind of parakeet in the car. But, she wasn’t saying, “Polly want a cracker?” Instead, she repeated my profanity in the sweetest little voice…and then laughed. She knew it was bad. She knew she shouldn’t say it. But, she did. Ooopsy…mommy made a boo-boo.
I could lie and say that was the only time she ever said it. My four-year-old says it on occasion. It’s the little one who has a truck driver mouth. Of course I yell, of course I punish, and yet those words have not been erased from her ever-growing vocabulary. Oopsy! All I can say is at least she uses it when it’s appropriate. For example, when the Target woman wouldn’t give her her toothpaste after she asked a few times. Thankfully, the lady didn’t get what she was saying, but I knew all to well, and so did my little potty mouth toddler. Of course I yelled at her outside and told her I would run over her favorite teddy bear if she said it again. She stopped saying it…for awhile. She still says it now. Sigh.
So, what’s a mom to do besides watch every word that comes out of her mouth to make sure they are all “G” rated? I’m still working on that one. For now, I’m hoping this is just a phase. Really, I am.