My sweet, dear little O got so frustrated over a game she was playing the other day, she smacked her knee and yelled, "Dammit!"
"What did you just say?" I asked, knowing full well what she said and who she heard it from.
"Nothing," she replied, knowing full well it was probably not a good word.
"It's okay to get frustrated, but try to say why you're mad instead of using bad words, okay?" I offered, as a quick response to a teachable moment on the fly.
"Okay, I'm sorry Mommy!" she said apologetically.
I gave her a big hug before inwardly cursing the other driver who caused me to curse which caused me to unintentionally teach my own daughter her first bad word.
I'm 32, a dad, and I am not a douchebag...
6 years ago