I have a problem.
You see, I have a 6 month old baby boy who will one day understand, and repeat, every single word that comes out of my mouth. Every. Single. Word.
Like, the ‘F’ word. I’ll probably say it at some point. Baby C will hear it. Then, say it. Probably at the worst possible moment. And here is my problem. You see, I find that the ‘F’ word rolls off the tongue exceptionally well.
F*%$. See what I mean? You can sort of just spit it out and not even notice that you’ve said it.
I don’t swear often—however much Mister C would beg to differ—and I certainly don’t advocate swearing, especially not within ear shot of innocent babes. I’m just saying, bad habits are hard to break and my Son may witness this first hand, at some point in his young life.
Take my Mum, for example. (Hi Mum!)
One day, she decided to take me, her sweet, little, curly mopped three year old (pictured below), to do the grocery shopping. We were driving along, that fateful day, when, all of a sudden, a lady pulled out in front of Mum; very nearly causing a crash. Adrenalin surged and Mum reacted as any 23 year old Mother would in that situation. How is that, you ask? Well. Like this:
‘Get out of the ‘F&^%$n way!’
Finally, we arrived at the super market. Into the trolley I went (yay!) and our great shopping adventure began. When the time came to checkout, there was a queue. As the lady in front of us began to unload her things onto the conveyer belt, she looked at me sitting so peacefully in the trolley, then she smiled at mum. What a cutie, she probably thought. I mean, look at that hair.
Then it happened.
That precious curly haired babe opened her mouth, and this is what she said:
‘Get out of the f&^%$n way!’
With all that said, you live and you learn. So, to avoid moments like these with my little mate, I’m thinking I might start a swear jar.
You know. Just in case.