Yeah, so I need to stop swearing. Yesterday at around 6:30 a.m. while pouring bowls of cereal, combating an ant infestion, and trying to prevent WGirl from standing on the kitchen table, I yelled “You guys are driving me crazy!”
Sensing my frustration with the way the day was kicking off, WanderBoy calming responded “It’s a f%$king day, huh mama?” I laughed my agreement and then tried to explain why that word is forbidden.
The f-word is officially banned from my vocab. For those of you who know me, you’ll remember my annual promises to stop cursing which began on WBoy’s first bday. This is my wake-up call. The f%$k stops here.
Tinochka, I got you so wellll. I had to stop swearing tooo… Or one day I will hear my boy occasionally falling down or missdoing something yelling b(!!!) – word in Russian… ))))