I haven’t felt right since I’ve heard those words…that was 3 weeks ago.
I’m the the process of moving. So while cleaning and packing up boxes, my son was playing with his toys. Cars to be exact. I have been waiting for the days of independence where he can do his own thing while I’m busy working around the house.
I’m putting away dishes, separating cookies cutters….. “what the fu**” My head whipped around so fast in total disbelief.
“Jun” (a nickname I’ve grown to call him) “what did you say?”
“I said, what the fu**”
Now 1000 things are running though my mind.
Option 1: I wanted to laugh from pure shock and him using it correctly, but I didn’t want him to think that it was ok.
Option 2: Record him saying the phrase again so I could laugh on my own time.
Or option 3: put him in the corner for using the bad word.
Needless to say I went with option 2. However, I did tell him that we don’t use those words….he simply looked up at me clueless and said “ ok mommy”
I moved on, he moved on, we moved on. 3 days later he walked into a room with a lot of paper on the floor. “What the fu**”
*sigh* say a prayer for my sanity.
The Angry Pregnant Lady 