Kat is at that point in her development where she wants to copy EVERYTHING I do. It's like having a miniature mirror following me around...it's kinda spooky, actually. If I'm wearing a watch, she wants to wear one. If I have two pigtails in, she wants two pigtails. If I touch my nose, etcetera etcetera. But it's not just physical movements that she's copying...it's also words. I think she was a parrot in her previous life because she is phenomenal when it comes to mimicking sounds. And she's already pronouncing a lot of her digraphs correctly...th, sh, ch and so on. The kid's a dang genius in my eyes :)
All of this copying is fantastic and wonderful until I stub my toe or spill a drink. That's the point when a swear word comes out of my mouth, followed shortly by a higher pitched version of the same word coming out of Kat's mouth. Naturally, this has led to my trying to be creative with expletives. I consider myself to be a very creative person, but for some reason, I just can't swap out my favourite swears for kid-friendly versions. Honestly...the best I've come up with so far is, "Holy Helen shit" (and that's pretty good to have at least one non-swear word compared to the lengthy string of curse words that can normally come out of this mouth).
I've been a swearer for a large part of my life. However, like my burping and farting abilities, I am able to put a cap on it and only use them at appropriate times. I rarely swear in front of my parents (only if a certain word adds to the funny-ness of a story). It's really only at home that I let my inner sailor out. There are times when I accentuate my swear words with another swear word...that's how good I am.
I desperately need to substitute the real swear words for something more "G" rated before Kat picks up on it. The last thing I need is her letting out a great big, "OH F@#K!" at daycare when she spills her paint.
On a side note, there is no substitute for a good F-bomb when you stub your toe. Hopping around shouting, "Oh, fudgecakes!" just does not heal the toe quite like the F-word does.
On another side note, I can only imagine the picture of me that's developing in some of your minds now that you know I like to burp, fart and swear. I am nothing but one big cellulite-filled ball o' class, I tell you :)
My sister once told me she'd heard on some show that you should use an adjective instead of a swear to describe the thing you're mad at...for example, "Oh, you BROWN cat!!!" instead of something else to swear at the cat you tripped over. This made no sense to me, as I figured my kids would just start thinking that "brown" is a swear word. "Oh, you BROWN kid!" etc. but then I finally understood that the adjective is supposed to change according to what you're mad at....what a loser I am! "Oh, you CUTE kid!" for example. Ya, it's never worked for me....ha ha!! :)
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