Ok, so I contemplated not posting this because my folks read this blog, and this is the *last* thing my mother would want to hear. She is totally and completely against cursing in all its forms. Cursing is forbidden at her house, even from adults. In fact, when my sister and I were kids, she forbade my uncle, her brother, from coming over until her could control his fiery language. So a post like this one is going to be tough for her to read, but I hope she can either skip it or take it like the brave soul she is.
Princess has been picking up every word she hears (I guess you can already see where this is going). She is now in the habit of watching our mouths and trying to replicate the words. Its great. Its amazing to watch. But.
The other night, Hub came home from a particularly hard day at work. He sat down on the couch and sighed, "oh f%*k" as he stretched. Princess hears this and thinks, hm, new words! And she proceeds to exclaim with great clarity, "oh f%*k!" at which point we don't know whether to hide in shame or die of laughter. We picked laughter, because hearing the f-bomb come out of this little angel's mouth was just funny (sorry, mom, but it was). We turned away from her and stifled the sounds of our laughter so as not to encourage her.
No need for encouragement here, people. She proceeded to rip off about 6 or 7 "oh f%*k"'s in a row. My laughter was now turning to horror; I could not believe this phrase was going to stick. So far in our vocabulary, we have mama, daddy, Gypsy, and "oh f%*k". Lovely.
We both walked out of the room and made a pledge - not one more curse in the house. From anyone. Luckily, the Big One didn't stick and she hasn't said it since. And neither has anyone else.