I have two teenagers in my house. Great boys, love them to death, but I feel like strangling them 10% of the time. Maybe it's the attitude, or their inability to pick up their junk, or they way the rest of the fam suffers when they are in a bad mood. Whatever the situation might be, sometimes they push me over the edge. WAY over. At times, as I am tumbling over that edge, I have been know to develop a potty mouth. Not a stellar moment as a parent, I know, but sadly it's true.
So with this in mind, here is a recent conversation I had with Zach and Linds:
Lindsey (sobbing): "Mom! Mom! Bryson said a bad word!" (more crying, not the "I'm in pain" cry, but the "someone hurt my feelings real bad"cry)
Me: "I'm sorry sweetie, did he hurt your feelings?"
Lindsey: "Uh-huh."
Me: "Do you want to tell me about it?"
Lindsey: "I can't, it's TOO sad!"
Me: "Ooo, that's not good."
Zach (just arriving on the scene): "Mom, Bryson said a bad word."
Me: "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
Zach: "Promise you won't be mad?"
Me (not sure I want to know anymore): "Promise."
Zach: "He said....shhhhhhh...(whispering now).....shhhhhhhhut-up!"
Me (feeling relieved): "Boy that is sad."
Zach (very matter-of-factly): "Yeah, he's such an ASS."
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Holy Smokes! You're back blogging! You have a lot to catch up on...
Oh that is classic!! I wish that was the worst of it around here. My kids have never heard me say some words...so it was quite a shock when my five year old told me that her seven year old sister said a bad word at her. The "F" word as it turns out. YIKES!!I was praying for a "shut up" that day.
I don't often laugh out loud at blog stories, but that one gave me a great laugh
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