Here's my confession for the day, for what it's worth. Tim and I are guilty of cursing in front of the kids....on occasion.
Okay, if I'm going to be ridiculously honest here, I'd have to qualify "on occasion" as roughly 2-3 times a day.
Hey, that's the truth and I'm sticking to it. For those of you who know me in real life....shhhhhhhh.
I'm definitely not proud of the fact that I curse in front of my kids...please don't misunderstand. I'm not bragging...more like, using my personal experience as a means of helping others to avoid embarrassing moments with their children.
It's the Mother Theresa side of me that you rarely see here on my blog.
Tim and I were having a discussion the other day when we both realized our cursing has gone too far. In the past, we'd let a bad word slip out of our mouths without thinking....the kids would overhear it and giggle.
Then the kids got bold....and began to repeat the bad words, more to get attention if nothing else. So I had to sit down with them and have "the talk".
"Look, Mommy and Daddy shouldn't say bad words and you most definitely should not be repeating those words! Got it?" I would lecture.
The guilty child would nod their head...eyes all wide in fear.
I would continue, "Oh and if you accidentally say that word outside the home and anyone asks where you learned language like that, just tell them that Daddy sometimes says bad words, k?"
A gentle pat on the head and three cookies later, it was our little secret.
They began using the words as normally as they'd use the words, "I want" and "I need". Let's face it....every single kid in the world begins their sentences that way, am I right?
Picture it. Tim and Cole were playing the Wii a few days ago.
Now I should tell you that Tim has a tendency to get overly competitive and downright evil when playing video games, even when it's with the kids. He forgets that they're young and their brains can only process so much activity in such little time.
He got frustrated with Cole and told him to leave the room.
Cole found me in the family room and, with tears in his eyes, said, "Daddy said I couldn't play with him because I'm being a 'wuss'. He's such an asshole!"
Trying my best to stifle the laughter that threatened to force its way out of my mouth, I explained, "Well, sometimes Daddy forgets that you're little and forgets his manners. With that said, it's not okay to call him that, even though he called you a name. Let's talk with him about it".
And we did. Tim apologized for calling Cole a "wuss" and Cole apologized for calling his father an "asshole".
Later that evening, I said to Tim, "We really need to work on holding our tongues. The kids aren't merely repeating the bad words anymore for attention...now they're using the words in their everyday language!"
He completely agreed.
Flash forward to the following morning. Tim was playing video games again with the kids. Everyone was having fun....the sound of laughter ringing through our home, no curse words lingering in the air.
Tim's guy got killed and I heard him shout, "Shiesse..." For those of you who aren't familiar with German, that's "shit" in German.
Guess he thought it was perfectly safe to curse in another language.
He would be wrong. If there's one thing that Tim repeatedly fails to learn, it's that our children should never ever be underestimated.
The next time that Tim couldn't reach the next level in his game, we heard a small voice bellow, "SHIESSE...."
As if cursing in English wasn't bad enough...how am I supposed to explain THAT to the snobby moms at the park?
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