Confession: sometimes, I curse like a sailor.
It’s a bad habit, I know, and one that some people may be surprised to learn about me. I tend to keep things quiet in mixed company and watch my mouth (my Mama taught me MOSTLY well, apparently) but at home… well, just ask Dan. Especially when I’m playing XBox or watching something political on tv. Wooo, boy, the expletives fly then. (I have tried to convince Dan that it’s for his entertainment that I use such colorful language while I’m busy slaying Hobbes, but he doesn’t buy it.)
Every now and then, I’ll attempt to put a stop to the verbal diarrhea, but for the most part, honestly to me… it’s just words. And sometimes, it FEELS SO GOOD to let it out. You know what I mean? Instead of throwing something at the wall or punching a pillow? heh. And besides, I’m an adult. It’s harmless, right?
Well… it used to be.
You see, we have a Parrot in our house. A 22-month old, blond, curly-haired parrot. One who misses NOTHING. Slowly throughout the past month or so, she has started repeating a lot of the things we say. Mostly things like ‘Oh boy!’ and ‘Oh dear!’
But, three times in the past week she has repeated the word ‘Dammit!’ Now I realize that’s like the most wimpy curse word ever, and hearing it from a toddler is kind of hilarious. But it’s not something I want to encourage. I do not feel like getting a call from daycare one day after my kid goes on a tirade that would make a grown man blush.
So I’m on a mission to clean up my language. And not just curse-words. Dan and I have quite a few ‘pet-names’ for each other that are probably best left out of our daughter’s vocabulary. Names like ‘Turd Burglar’ and ‘Turd Stain’ and ‘Butt Wipe’. (Yeah. Did I mention we’re both turning 30 this year?)
And then of course from the back seat, I hear: ‘Hody Cwap!’
It’s not an F-bomb, but still. This is not going well.