There are millions of people using Twitter, but every once in a great while you across someone you just click with. My friend, Pam, from I forgot what I was doing, is one of those people. Chances are, if we’re chatting, someone’s in danger of tinkling in their trousers. Love, love, love her.
So, today she and I are doing a little switchamadoodle and I’m partying at her place while she’s rocking in mine. When you’re done reading about her little one trying out her cursing chops, hop over to Pam’s place and hear about the Brocker’s packing skills when my son was born.
Take it away, Pam…
My child dropped the F bomb as a toddler.
It’s not entirely evident from my blog, but I’m happy using curse words. In fact, I drop the F bomb quite a lot in my personal life. I know it’s not nice and nice girls don’t curse, and whatever, but I do. Been doing it for some time. In fact, that’s how I met the beautiful CecilyK cuz I dropped an F’er while we were sitting together at Bloggy Boot Camp Philly and now she loves me! Ok well maybe not loves me, but she took a pic with me!
Anyway, where was I? So, when I was much younger I had two beautiful children. Number 1 son was first. That’s why he’s called number one, see? I’m clever. So…#1 was playing with his cars and they were talking to each other and he said something like “what in the hell…” Natch, I started laughing and asked him what he said, which he then repeated. I don’t remember what I said in response, but I’m hoping I said something like “don’t use those words” cuz that’s what they teach you in Mother School to say. More than likely I laughed at his cuteness, which I’m sure is a no no.
Then many years later I had Pumpkin. When she was a toddler I was driving her, #1 son and another child (henceforth to be known as A cuz I can’t think of anything else to call her) in the car. The children were having a good time singing when Pumpkin dropped the F bomb. And I mean the MotherF bomb. It was funny cuz the car got instantly quiet like on TV when someone makes that screeeeech sound, ya know? Yeah, that one. The kids got quiet and said “ooooooooooooooooh”, you know, like the “ooooooooooh you gonna get it now” thing that kids say.
Being the proper mother of a child toddler attending a prominent Christian preschool in Texas I looked at her in the rear view mirror and said, “What did you say?” to which she said “I said mother f…” To which, I, having learnt already from #1 what to say and what not to say, said “We don’t use words like that” all the while trying very hard to compress a snigger.
Later on I’m recounting the extremely funny experience to My Mum who doesn’t understand where Pumpkin would hear a word like that to which I reply, “Duh….i dunno…” Cuz clearly I didn’t realize that Pumpkin heard me drop the MFer and knew exactly where and when to repeart it for maximum effect. It’s not like I told her how to use it. She figured that shyt out on her owns.
And you thought you were a bad mother.