Day to day diary of a 40 year old working mother. Recipes, ocassional attempts at humor, family photos.
When I was 10 years old, my Dad was stationed in Madrid, Spain. We lived 'on the economy' and I quickly learned Spanish on the street.One of my father's friends told him he had heard me swearing a blue streak in Spanish out behind our apartment building. "It was worse than you might expect from a sailor!", the informant said.My father had a talk with me to remind me that God didn't like it when I swore. My excuse: "I thought God wouldn't understand Spanish." I lost my 50 centimo allowance for a couple of weeks.Dad still tells that story.
You're mean. Dammit.
For a little kids that's not good. If it was me then 4 times would be holding back.
I'm sorry.He may have heard it from me. He does have really good hearing and I said it awfully loud a few times over the weekend.I apologize.
I'm having to learn to watch my swearing too. My oldest is getting to that point when she imitates me. Yesterday I yelled for my youngest to get in the living room, and my oldest said, "or Mommy is going to smack your ass!" I just blinked. And tried to hide my laughter.
Oh, and if it makes you feel any better, I had to be a hypocrite. Big Monkey's gmail chat status was OH CRAP yesterday. I had to tell her to take it down and watch her language. haha
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