Yesterday I was working in my office, finishing up some of my JBS layouts for June. Hayden was in the backyard hitting golf balls and Riely was sitting on the floor of my office, decorating cardstock with old letter stickers. Occasionally, she would have me examine her "words," asking me what she had spelled. I would try to sound out the random mix of letters into some sort of crazy pronunciation, to which she would reply, "No Mama, that spells I LOVE YOU!" Well, alrighty then.
So we are each working intently on our projects when I hear her little voice mutter, "Oh, shit. There are no more N's!"
Hmmmmmmm. How does a parent react to that one? Don't freak out...think, think. Deep breath. Calmly, I reply:
"Riely! That's not an acceptable word to say. Where did you hear that?"
"I don't know, Mommy."
"Did you hear me say that?"
"No." (whew!)
"Because that's not a word we use, OK? It's not nice or ladylike. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mama. I know. We don't say that word. We say dammit or for christ's sake, right??"
"I don't know, Mommy."
"Did you hear me say that?"
"No." (whew!)
"Because that's not a word we use, OK? It's not nice or ladylike. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mama. I know. We don't say that word. We say dammit or for christ's sake, right??"
Touchè, little girl. Touchè.
