I heart swearing
Sorry, but I do. It can't be helped. I'm 35 years old and I cannot be retrained to refrain. It's fact. Tonight the Bug said "dammit" in perfect context, with complete nonchalance at the dinner table. I tried not to laugh as I covered my face in my napkin. Dude did not approve. Dude does not approve of swearing in general, so to hear it from his tiny daughter's mouth is not cute to him. But this little episode actually reminded me of another ditty that I wanted to share from a few weeks back...
Again the scene was the dinner table. For whatever reason, Belly said, "Jesus!" I nearly sprayed Dude and all of dinner with my mouthful of beverage as I busted out in full chortle. Dude looked at me like I was his 15-year-old juvenile delinquent daughter and said, "HONEY!" See - Dude goes to church every Sunday. He's got religion, unlike yours truly. That's fine. It works for him. I'm cool with it. But my point is that saying "Jesus" or "Jesus Christ" is really, really not on his list of acceptable utterances.
Buggy was quick to her mother's defense. "Daddy, Mommy loves Baby Jesus." And I was just as quick to add, "It's true - I love babies. If Baby Jesus was here right now, I'd hold him." We all smiled sweetly at Dude. Subject dropped.
Poor Dude. He's such a nice guy.
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i too hear swearing and try really, really hard not to. Always in crisis situations does it rear its ugly head. And as always ... and Mr. Cute Pants repeats just as mommy says. JC being one of her favorites. Prolly a good thing i'm moving further north
OH BOY! Does Dude have his hands full with you three! :)
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