I have the mouth (or fingers in this case) of a trucker. You might just read a post that contains 7 F bombs in the first sentence. Its just how I am. My poor sister…every Sunday dinner she has to leap in front of each swear word so that it does not reach Mini Me’s ears. I am sure Mini knows the difference between what she is allowed to say vs. adults…she is fucking smart! <—- see? But you never know. When I was a child, one thing my mother said to me a lot was “what sounds fine coming out an adults mouth does NOT sound find coming out of yours!” I was no where close to fucking smart.
She gives me that look across the room, with sparkling purple daggers flying from her eyes. I say “what?” *shrugs and clueless look* She reminds me that there are little ears in the room and to clean up the language. I myself see it as more of a parenting opportunity. Let me be me and it will spark some great conversations on the car ride home. “Aunt Silly sure has a potty mouth. Remember to not repeat those words; you don’t want to end up like her do you?”