Swear, that is. And really I only have one word--damn. (Shocking isn't it. I know.) It is my go-to word when the toilet overflows or I spill something all over the kitchen or something goes seriously awry.
Apparently Abigail has caught on.
A: Can I sit by Simon at lunch?
Chris wanted to yell. I wanted to laugh. OK, I did laugh after they went for quiet time. Chris loves the fact that Abigail's first swear word was learned from me. I hold that he has taught her far more disrespectful words.
Seriously, though, we did have a good conversation about how that isn't a good word and how we all need to be more careful of what and how we use the gift of language. And it make me wonder how the way I say things may be worse than the words I choose.
Enough seriousness . . . this is celebration month!
Some other things that we have heard here.
C: What are you thankful for?
C: Anything else?
S: Cukick (cupcake)
A: Breadsticks! When did you make breadsticks?
S: Last night when I made the pizza.
A: Oh, so that's how it went down.
A (during quiet time, shouting): Mommay! How many more minutes till three?
A: (plaintive): Mommy, why do you choose to believe the clock?
A: I hated the accident. I couldn't sleep because I had a heart attack after the accident.