Yesterday evening we took my van out to our brother-in-law's place to have something fixed. I was following Duane in a second car, so we'd have something to drive home.
Now while I try very hard to set a good example for the boys when I'm driving (not texting or blasting music or the like), I'm not always the most patient driver. The boys and I ended up behind a rather pokey driver and my impatience came out. "Come on, person! DRIVE!" I semi-yelled.
"That's not what Daddy says when he drives," Ryan said.
"It's not?" I asked.
"Nope!" Wesley said. "He says bad words."
I know full well that Duane is not one to say bad words in front of the boys, that honor is usually reserved for me, so I asked, "What does Daddy say?"
"I can't say because they're bad words," Wesley told me.
"I am giving you permission to say them just this once. What does he say?" I prompted.
"He says 'stupid driver'" Wesley finally confessed.
"And 'jerk!'" Ryan piped up.
Oh my. Such filthy language (she said sarcastically) They should hear what I say when I'm in the car by myself. On second thought. It's probably better if they don't.
1 comment:
At least you have that filter...I never have and Aaron knows what words are bad, and he has only used them three times that I can recall - two when he was too young to know and one yesterday. Kids are fun!
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