Poe and I are terrible about swearing. We really are. I can swear like a sailor.
We are usually pretty good about swearing in front of the kids, but I must admit that we’re not as careful now that they’re older and not prone to repeating what we say like parrots.
Both kids recently had occassion to swear, and well? I’m kind of okay with it.
In the first instance, Poe walked out with Joseph as they were taking trash out to the barrels. Poe observed as Joseph lept about 3 feet exclaiming, “Holy shit!”
“Did you just say what I think I heard?”
Meekly, “yes?”
“Why? and why did you jump?”
“A rat ran over over the barrel when I went to put the trash in.”
“Well, okay then.”
In another instance – a little back story. We have a recent accidental addition to our family. An outside feral cat we have named, “Tink.” Yes we named it. It was a lot easier than saying, “You know, that cat outside?” Anyhoo, it has taken residence under the house next door, and I have taken to giving it a little house outside, with food and water. Why? To solve the incessant yowling. Once I started feeding it, it shut up. I can’t catch it to take it to the vet to save my life, but oh well. The thing is – Our indoor cats, Sassy and Pebbles, have caught wind of this interloper and they are having none of it. The problem is, when they see it outside, they take to growling and hissing and yowling at it. It puts them in some kind of red haze, and they instead attack each other if the other one is in sight.
In the wee hours of the morning when I was up, but it wasn’t yet time to wake the kids, one of them saw Tink. They then attacked the other indoor cat. I don’t know who the instigator was in this instance. They took off howling and screaming and biting at each other. It got pretty bad, and I couldn’t catch up to shock ’em out of it. They made two rounds of the house, and then they ended up in Logan’s room. Unfortunately – Sassy, who was being chased, got scared/upset enough that she started piddling while she was running. Yes. I had cat pee all over the freaking house. They ran up and over Logan’s sleeping face. While peeing. I suddenly hear yelling and sputtering from Logan’s room, and this predominately happy-go-lucky child yelled “Jesus Christ!” at the top of his lungs out of a dead sleep.
I can’t say as I blamed him.
And so. Apparently my children swear. And yet, it is completely appropriate swearing. When you’re talking rats and cat pee in your face, I just can’t say, “gosh darn it.” Doesn’t roll off the tongue. Am I right?
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