For those of you who have known me a long time, you know that I once swore like a sailor. About the time my daughter was a toddler, I decided to stop. Why? I can remember the specific moment I knew I had to get my swearing under control: it was the moment my daughter dropped a sticker on the ground and said, "sh**" very innocently. You see, she didn't think there was anything wrong with saying it - probably because I used the word so liberally. And she used it in the correct way. Oy!
Hence, I learned to swear not in my child's presence.
I still do a pretty good job not swearing in front of the kids, or at least I thought I did. The other day I learned that I needed to clean it up even more.
While waiting in the car, at the student pickup line, at my daughter's school (which can appear to many like a traffic jam), my son said in an impatient voice, "AH! C'MON! GO, YOU IDIOT!"
Holy #(%*#$%#.
Whoops.
