Sunday morning. Our kitchen.
Frieda: 'Fuck!'
Me: ' ... ! ... '
Frieda: 'Fuck!'
Me, as nonplussed as possible: 'Frieda, that's really not a nice word. I don't like you using it.'
Frieda, rolls eyes: 'Jesus Christ'
oh.
my.
.... hat?
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shit.
(have to say that the word verification was bless :-))
And it's so hard not to laugh.
I never used that word until I was 20 and newly married. I used the word and Dennis was shocked! "Why are you saying that word?" I told him I didn't know it until he used it. SMILE
Brilliant!
in Danish we call those resourcestærke forældre. well done!
It's so HARD not to laugh and encourage them. And yet, I fail every time :)
funny what kids say
the other day i was driving (running errands on a sunday) and i hear from the backseat: "mommy, why did you say 'douchebag' to that man?"
um, yeah.
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