Bring out the soap....

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.

Dammit!