We rambled and ambled on into new territory this week when I found out that my son had picked up on some of my favorite sayings. I had thought that I had been good about keeping these from him, with few exceptions I was certain that I hadn’t said anything in a tone louder then a whisper.
Of course my voice is just deep enough that my whiser is more like a dull roar and so my son’s vocabulary now includes the following:
Jackass, moron, asshole, oh fuck, dammit and some kind of guttural yell that he says I make. I can’t say that I am pleased or proud about this, but I would by lying if I wasn’t proud about his ability to use the words properly.
Example A) We are on the THE 405 (yes, I said THE and you know who you are) when I was forced to swerve because of a “semi” who was trying to enter my lane. My son belted out: “Oh fuck! You stupid jackass.”
We had a conversation about what language is appropriate and how to use words. I thought that it had been effective when I learned otherwise. This morning he told me about one of the characters on Scooby Doo. That is innocuous enough, but the problem is that he said that this person was really mean, a real asshole.
So the good news is that he seems to understand the correct application of these words. The bad news is that he knows these words. And now I find myself having to censor myself more carefully in front of the children.
It is not that I swear constantly but rather when I am irritated I admit to engaging in a minor flirtation with said words.
I wonder if I can get myself to start screaming Goodness Gracious more frequently. Oh, one more phrase that we both say. “Great Googly Moogly.” That is not so bad, maybe I’ll focus on that one.