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So, kids really are parrots!! They repeat EVERYTHING!! And although I have been warned by everyone that they have the capabilities to do this, I am not the best at watching my language or sarcasm. Yes, they can even mimick tone! So...what I have now is a couple of smart ass, bad mouths!! Well, it's not that bad, but I'm not proud of everything they have repeated.

I was really good when I had Bryce. My patience was better and I didn't have such a potty mouth. His first bad word was "shit." He was acting out a scene from Sandlot, his favorite movie at the time. He didn't even learn it from me! I told him it was bad and he was really good and NEVER repeated words after I told him they were bad.

Now when I say I was good, what I meant was, I would say everything up to the swear word. My favorite was, "WHAT the...?" and trail off. Let this be a lesson in intention. We were strolling around at Target and their was another mom with her cart full of kids. Bryce was in my cart and dropped something out. He said with a smirk, "What the...?" I was on the the edge of my seat...was he going to go all the way? Would he drop the "F" bomb and make me look like the worst parent in the world? Nope! He trailed off! Her kids were laughing at the expression and the mom made sure to send an evil glare in my direction. Ok, so it sounds just as bad, even if you don't say the actual word.

Now Leah as you can imagine...repeats everything! My language has worsened since the second one has arrived. I know, but before you judge me, I think I'm a damn good mom....dang mom, dang mom! The first time Bobby heard our little princess say a bad word he called a little parent meeting and said I should try not to swear. I told him I know, and I feel guilty but I don't spank, and I try not to yell, so when I see a chocolate pudding mural on the carpet for the 3rd moning in a row, I might let the word, shit, slip out. Leah told us when she had "shit" instead of poop in her diaper. At least she used the right context. I understand, it isn't right.

That weekend Bobby watched the kids ALL day while I ran errands. I got home and the house was a disaster, he looked defeated and the kids were a mess. I didn't care though because I was refreshed from my relaxing day. After we put the kids to bed, I got the validation I needed. Bobby asked, "How do you do this EVERYDAY?" I said, "Well, I swear, that helps!" He gave me permission to swear away.

It is still a goal of mine to watch my language around the kids. It is an on-going battle. I figure they would hear those words one day anyway and it is better to educate them then shelter them. Hey! Whatever helps me sleep at night. They know they can not repeat the bad words and I have told them to correct me when I say them. They really like being able to say, "Mommy, you said a bad word and that's not good!" We are all learning from each other.