Cady is swear word averse. Whenever I let one slip around the house, which is more often than I care to admit, she is quick to shoot me a look. “Moommmmm. Don’t say those words.” Of course she is right. I should be more careful about the language I use.
You think I would have learned my lesson when she picked up on my bad habits and taught her entire preschool class the word dammit. I was going through some old blog posts today and I found this little story buried in a post I shared about Cady and swearing back in November 2008.
Cady wanted to play a computer game. I was trying to load it on my laptop, but I could not get it work. At the same time, I was trying to do laundry, cook dinner, and probably a hundred other things. She was watching me. I explained that something was wrong and that I could not get the game to work.
Exasperated, she responded, “Well, dammit.”
“Please don’t say that word. It isn’t nice. Momma shouldn’t say it either.”
I went in the kitchen to finish dinner and asked her to get me something from the pantry. I heard unintelligible muttering. Even though didn’t hear what she said, I knew. Sometimes as a mom you just know.
She walked out and asked, “Did you hear what I said?”
“No, but I know what you said.”
“But you didn’t hear me?”
“Nope. I didn’t hear you. But I really don’t want you saying that word. It isn’t nice.”
“Ok. I’ll just whisper it.”
Maybe from now on I should just whisper to avoid being reprimanded by her.