I’m not perfect. Hear that, Brain?! I admitted it!
Today’s episode of “I’m Not Perfect” deals specifically with my penchant to curse under extreme duress, or under not-giving-a-fudge-covered cookie.
My children are not ever, ever, ever, ever allowed to curse. Hence, a recent development: my son using an odd alternative, frick.
“What the frick?!”
“I’m frickin’ coming!”
Which is the point at which I said the substitution was not a good one.
We’ve been fortunate that none of the children has pushed the line with bad words …yet. Even my teenager, who admitted the school halls were alive with the sound of swearing, maturely resists Sailor Speak.
I know it’s partly because of the standard we set. It’s also because we’ve gone Ralphie of “A Christmas Story” with potty words on occasion. It’s also also because we consistently, patiently, and logically explain our reasoning behind language restrictions.
And so, till high school, I wish us all luck in teaching our children clean language. I also wish you a frickin’ good day.
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