Matt and I both fully admit that we have wicked potty mouths. We have been trying to curb what comes out of our mouths in the last few months, but I think we made the attempt to change waaay to late.
A few weeks ago Hunter has sitting at a chair that had him squished right in to the kitchen table. I guess he wanted free because he came out with this: "Oh this fucking chair mom!"
Soooo..... I opt to ignore it.
A few hours later he has turned himself into a human bridge between the coffee table and the sofa. After a while his legs would give out and he would collapse onto the floor. As he collapsed he loudly exclaimed, "The fucking bridge fell down!"
Crap. Okay, I realized I need to deal with it then and there. But what do you do? You don't want to make a big fuss out of it, but ignoring it wasn't working either. So I decided to repeat his statement back to him without the f-bomb.
Me: "Oh no! Your bridge fell down?"
Hunter: "No Mom! My fucking bridge fell down!"
I nearly exploded trying to keep my laughter in. I guess I will be taking the soap in your mouth route next.