My daughter is not yet two-and-a-half.
This afternoon, as I was getting her up from her sleep I accidently knocked over a picture frame mounted on the stand beside her bed.
My daughter said:
"Fucking hell!"
"What did you just say?" I asked her. Maybe I had misheard. Maybe it was "trucking bell". Or something.
"Fucking hell!", she repeated.
Great.
Just great.
I don't know where this has come from. I never. ever. say the 'eff' word.
Except when I drop things. Or fall over something. Or hurt myself. Or am exasperated.
Rarely ever.
OMG.
Folks, I am a terrible terrible mother! If motherhood were a car, I'd get double demerits and lose my license for this heinous crime!
My angel is a potty mouth. And it's my fault! How am I going to redeem myself and stop this evil word from ever tumbling from her strawberry-scented lips again?!?
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| the 'eff' word has fallen from this angel's mouth.... :( |
