I am a pre-menopausal mother of five... two teenaged daughters, and three older sons, one of whom just completed his second tour in Iraq. I have literally changed thousands of diapers in my years as a mother and more recently as a grandmother. I dream... nay, I live for the day when the proverbial reversal of roles kick in and my kids have the pleasure of changing my diapers.
From the mouths of babes…
~I heard the cutest little voice yell very loudly ‘Shut up you jack—!’ and turned around to see an adorable little 3 year old glaring at his squalling baby sister. Once upon a time I would have frowned at the mother (who was already wearing a mortified look on her beet red face) but today I know kids are going to say what kids are going to say when it is most embarrassing for the parents. While it is possible that Mom does cuss in front of the children, it’s just not fair to assume that her child learned his vocabulary from her. I never said ‘Die you b—–d’ in front of young Zack yet he still screamed it in his best Conan impression shortly after we moved to Colorado and some of our new neighbors came to visit. That was not the first time I wore that mortified look on my beet red face, nor was it to be the last. I can’t wait for Zack to marry and have children so I can introduce my grand babies to Conan the Barbarian movies. My son needs a little color in his face.
My lovely 5 year old coined the alliterative term ‘b–ch ba–ard’ last year. Oh joy. Well, like you alluded to…what comes around goes around:-)
Comment by Dani — February 5, 2010 @ 9:01 pm