Okay, so I have been working hard to curb my "potty" language around my kids. I think I'm doing pretty well. I still have an occasional "Dammit!" here and there, quietly, of course, but overall have cut most of it off. There was a moment yesterday where I hit my head and screamed out, "SHIT!", but I don't even think they heard me, so...It helps that most of my conversations are with them, at which times I feel no need to use such language. Well...most of the time, if you get my drift!

Anyway, I was quite thrown for a loop the other day, when, while eating dinner, TJ busted out with this:

"Get out of my fuckin' car!"

He and Taryn were playing with Matchbox cars while they ate at the table. I wasn't really paying attention to the plot of the storyline they were in, but I'm sure it had to do with going to the "moooobie tee-ater" and fighting bad guys (every single time it does). That line kinda popped out of nowhere. I asked TJ what he had just said, and he was so kind as to repeat it for me. We had a talk about why that was bad, and that little kids don't say words like that. He seemed to get it.

So, later, when I was on the phone with my mom, and the kids were playing in another room, I figured it'd be okay to tell her what happened. I actually used the word "f-ing" instead of the right word, in case they did hear me. They did hear me. TJ came running into the room and said, "No, Mommy, the word was 'fucking'!" Wow.

So I thought about it, and I've decided that this one is not my fault. I've noticed lately that when we are in the car, and Trey is driving, he uses very colorful language when someone pisses him off. I've heard him use that very word several times, and on occasion I point out that there are ears in the back of the car that can hear and repeat him. He was with the kids the day before, and had been driving for a while. I'm pretty sure TJ picked it up then. So, for now, I feel better. Only somewhat, of course, as it still shows that we have some work to do to curb our mouths before we make little people with mouths as bad as our own!

Well, perhaps this will win me some kind of award for "Worst Mother Ever" or something. At the very least, perhaps TJ will figure out to use this nice little 'f' word on the playground when some bully is kicking his ass. That would be nice, I suppose.