Potty Training, Not Potty Mouths 02/13/13

#@&*! I have the worst #$&^*#$ head cold I have ever had in my entire %&#$*&@ life. Ahh!

Why all the cursing? Well, one for thing I feel terrible and I can’t breathe through my nose. But, really I’m cussing up a storm because it’s Fat Tuesday. I need to get it out of my system. For Lent I’m giving up cuss words. Yep, our darling girl is getting into the repeating phase. Greyson and I mean well, but we let the foul language fly on many an occasion. In his mind, what else is he supposed to say when a running back fumbles the ball?

I give you a football watching quote from my better half: “You #$&^*#$, %*&&^, hold on to the God #@*&#$ ball!

Pretty bad, huh? Yeah, I’m not much better when my Internet connection is slow or I drop an armload of something I should have taken in two trips. You get the idea.

It’s not just the repeating. Charlotte is also saying “Was dat?” to everything she sees and “Was dat?” whenever we say a new word she doesn’t recognize. I imagine phrases like the ones above would be repeated eagerly followed by a “Was dat?”

I thought about a swear jar where we have to put in money every time we say a cuss word, but that $%*# is expensive. So, I figure a good start would be this solemn six week observance. We’re not Catholic, but I figure the Holy Father would approve.

$%*&! That’s right! The Pope quit! ::sigh:: I guess we’ll do it anyway. That way maybe our kid won’t have a mouth so foul it needs to be stuffed with King Cake.