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January 29, 2007
I have something of a potty mouth. I enjoy a good swear word when the occassion calls for it. Unlike my husband who never swears. (As an aside, why doesn’t he swear? I feel like I have to do it enough for both of us.)
The kids mostly don’t imitate the swear words. They have been taught that some words are only for grown-ups to use, and when they grow up they can swear to their hearts are content. Sort of like drinking alcohol. It’s one of those things that adults can do. Unless they grow up and decide to become Mormon. Or Janet Taylor.
This weekend, while I was out, my 3 yr old daughter went up to Rob with this little maze game that she has. You know those plastic ones with the little silver ball inside that you have to move through the maze by gently tipping the toy back and forth? Well apparently Rob was having some trouble with it. And three year olds being what they are, she was growing impatient with his obvious incompetence.
When he finally finished it and went to hand it back to her, he dropped it on the floor.
She looked him, right in the eye and very seriously said, “I told you that you were an asshole.”
Rob tried not to laugh and said, “That’s not very nice to say to Daddy!”
She put her hands on her hips and said, “Well, it’s true,” turned and walked out of the room.
And really, how do you argue with that.
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