Tuesday, February 07, 2006
So, I was doing a mini grocery shopping trip about an hour ago and my phone rings
Me : "Hello my babies Daddy"( caller ID is a wonderful thing)
Randy: Hello my babies Momma"
( yes, we're ghetto like that)
"Would you like to know what our daughter just did?"
Me: "Which one?"
Me: " Ok, I give. What did she do?"
Randy: " She was in the dining room ,coloring, and Dakota and Rose started fighting..
( 2 of our stupid cats).. She looked at me and said, "Daddy, those FUCKING cats...."
ME: "SHE SAID WHAT?!"
Randy: Yup. I even asked her to repeat herself and she said it again, CLEAR AS DAY!"
Me: " Wow... I don't think we should let her play with Justin and Jenna's kid anymore.."
Randy: " Yeah, un-huh.....I'm sure that's where she got it".
Ok, so yeah. That one was all me. BUT I SWEAR( apparently I do, but that's not the point) That I really try to watch my mouth in front of the kids.....
Guess I need to try a little harder...
Although I may be ghetto fabulous, I don't approve of my kids dropping "F" bombs...
Hell, I'm 27 years old and MY OWN mother doesn't approve of ME dropping "F" bombs
( However, my mother herself dropped one this morning on the phone. I think she was having a bad day...I'm still gonna mark it on the calendar).
Feel free to send me hate mail about the parenting skills I lack...