Her mom knows how to curse with the best of them. If it was an Olympic sport I could sweep up a gold medal or two. If we needed to fund a fabulous vacation to a tropical faraway place in a short amount of time, the curse jar would be the perfect solution. To make a long story short, I curse creatively and often. Sometimes there is no other way to make your point except by the addition of a few creatively chosen curse words.
The second of the steps the G Man takes after his mama. Some of his hits include "What the hell" and the continuation of the family tradition of dropping the "F" bomb. The G Man will be my child most likely to be a roaster at a Comedy Central Roast if he keeps his track record up.
A got a new Little Pony for a gift and thought that it was funny to place a piece of the black packaging over the figure's mouth. She did this to imitate what they use to do on t.v. to censor swearing. Remember the black bar. A has curse words she makes up now. Holy DSL is one that is on heavy rotation.
But A doesn't curse. No, not our A. She acts like cursing is wrong. She likes to let us know when the G Man lets loose “I know it is wrong and I won't do that like the G Man" said in her most sincere voice.
But most kids lie a little. Or fiddle around with the truth a little bit.
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