I am not what you would consider a strict parent, but on the rules that I do have, I do not budge. One such rule is no swearing, and I don’t just limit that to 4- letter words. I also prohibit what I call “ugly” words. Words like dumb, stupid, hate, idiot, “oh my God,” and shut up are also not allowed to be used. To lead by example, David and I try not to use them either. So you can imagine my shock when my adorable little four year old comes down the stairs, nicely dressed and with a clean face ready to go out the to Cheesecake Gallery for dinner on Friday night and said, “OK Momma, I’m ready to get the hell out of here.” Despite my utter shock, I laughed. I just couldn’t believe not only what he said, but how unaffected he was by it. Like we’ve been talking like that for years. Of course after I laughed, he said it again, twice. Now I would have to do some damage control.
“Colin, we don’t talk like that in this house,” I scolded, desperately trying to maintain a straight face.
“Well, Daddy says it,” Colin replies, knowing that he would get himself off the hook and put Daddy on it.
“Well, Daddy shouldn’t talk like that either, Colin,” I reply, making sure that I was in ear shot of David, just as a friendly reminder.
I know that someday I’ll be wishing for such insignificant problems, and I may seem like a prude. But I have noticed already with my boys that if you give an inch, they’ll take it, and a couple more. If I allow “hell,” it won’t be long until all the others weasel their way in.
So we enjoyed our dinner, despite the stupid weather.