Whoops

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.