Stop the Profanity

Mom guiltism #2: I curse in front of my children.

I try not to use profanity--especially in front of my kids. There is the occasional stubbed toe that warrants the use of a curse word, but for the most part I keep my language clean. Apparently not all the time, though...

My kids generally spend Sunday afternoon with my in-laws. It is a great time for them and a great break for me. (YES, I like time to myself...but that is a whole different post...) So, after church last Sunday, I took them to the grandparents house. I was hanging out for a little bit chatting and making sure everyone was settled in. I have no idea what Zane did, but I heard Caden say, "Dammit, Zane!"

I was mortified. Why oh why did he have to say that now? Bad enough for him to say it at all, but in front on my in-laws?!

"Caden!" I scolded sharply...."I told you not to say that!"

Yes, this was the second time I had heard him say it...and the funny thing is both times it was followed by his brother's name. Coincidence? I don't think so. From the recesses of my mind (which is mostly gone, by the way) I seem to remember a day when Zane was sick and fussy and I was at the end of my rope. I picked Zane up to comfort him and he dropped his pacifier. I picked it up and somehow he dropped it again. I said, "Dammit, Zane" because he is a little heavy to be picking things up off the floor while holding him. So, since I said Zane's name after it, I believe Caden thinks it is a phrase.

Reminded me of good ol' Bill Cosby:
It was because of my father that from the ages of seven to fifteen, that I thought my name was Jesus Christ and my brother, Russell, thought his name was Dammit. "Dammit, will you stop that noise" and "Jesus Christ, sit down!" One day I'm out playing in the rain and my father yelled, "Dammit will you get back in here!" I said, "Dad, I'm Jesus Christ!"

Oh...the things we do to our kids! :-)