Many of you know how careful I am regarding bad language around my kids; Sophia and Roman. I don't find it necessary or appropriate to swear around any child. When they aren't around, well that's another story. I do tend to let an F Bomb drop here and there. In fact, according to the ever so accurate Facebook quiz 'What swear word are you?' I'm the F Bomb....
I have on occasion let the word damn pass my lips in the company of my kids. For example "Where are my damn keys?" Cat gets sick on the floor "Damn it, Rocky!" You get the picture.
Last night, as I'm working, my husband Dan calls to inform me that Roman asked "Where's my damn water?"
My husband is completely shocked by this and asks him, "What did you say?" Roman replies, "Where's my water." Dan says "No. What other word did you say?" Roman, "I don't know". Sophia chimes in loud and proud, "He said Damn, daddy!" Thank you for the extra clarification, Sophia. And I thank Roman for not ratting out his mom when his dad asked him "Where did you hear that word?" Roman, "I don't know"
What can I say, I'm a work in progress in this job called motherhood. And I'm doing the best I can, Damn it!
