Okay, I got a wake up call a few days ago. My children actually do listen to me. They just like to pretend they don't. We pulled up to church last Wednesday and Lauren, as she is exiting the car, says, "My
friggin' shoes...." (under her breath).
"Excuse me? What did you just say?" I asked, a little taken aback.
She looked at me with these "innocent" eyes and said, "
Friggin'."
I said, "Where did you hear that word, Lauren?"
"You say it, Mama."
Gulp. I'm now glancing around to make sure no one else heard her.
"
Friggin',
friggin',
friggin..." Emily shouts from behind me as she giggles.
I'm now trying not to laugh out loud.
I calmly tell the girls that none of us should say that word. It's not nice. It's not appropriate and we all need to practice a little taming of our tongues.
Some people probably wonder what the big deal is about that word. Well, the problem is that it's a
euphemism for the real "f" word.
I don't like hearing it come out of my kids mouths, which means it shouldn't be coming out of mine.
You know, my mother told me a long time ago that my children would be miniature versions of myself.
Friggin' kids....they'll prove her right every time. I hate that.