Friday, September 10, 2010

The F-Bomb

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.


Aida said...

phew, that makes me feel better actually! Ben recently starts saying "shit" when something doesnt go his way, thanks to his mother..yikes!

Anonymous said...

Ah boi! I don't have any kids or anything, but I'm thinking for the future I better watch what I say! Haha! I enjoy dropping the f'bomb! Such a bad habit! hehe.

Now, you are positive that it's from you, and not from other kids or people he heard it from? ;-) hehe.

Good luck with getting him out of that, tell us readers how he does!

yukonkennie said...

hehehe .... but at least he's using it context :-)

Erica said...

I second Kennie - using it in context is pretty impressive ^_^

dogsled_stacie said...

AHahaaaaa!! I love how he corrected you when you left it out!

jozien said...

and i looooove this.
That's why i believe in a stay-at- home parent, at least your kids copy you and not the nanny :)

Carole said...

OMG! How funny! When I did a practicum in one of the schools, it was chilly out, and at home, I have the habit of saying, "it's nipply." Well guess what came out of my mouth in the school halls that day. It's a good thing the kids were very young and no one took notice. I was embarrassed beyond belief and vowed I'd clean up my talk. Now the high school kids chuckle and roll their eyes when I say RATS instead of my usual SH!T when I'm at home. I'm getting there! lol

Morena said...

That's hilarious!!! I have no suggestions for how to fix it but i'll be interested to hear what works. I'm sure we'll need it around here soon enough.