...or at least that's what I think she said while we were eating dinner tonight. It went right over my head for a minute, but it clicked when I noticed her staring out the window behind me. A four word sentence. I can't believe how big she's getting!
Punky seems to have had a real language explosion in the last few weeks. I've lost count of all the words she can say. Not everything is crystal clear, of course, but I can usually get the gist of it in context. And she's starting to repeat. Uh-oh.
Her dad and I both have a habit of letting some undesirable words slip from time to time. Okay...me more so than him. It is really going to take a conscious effort on my part to curb my casual use of less-than-appropriate terminology. Not to give the impression that I walk around all day effing things...that's surely not the case. But things like shit, dammit, and jackass flow freely around these parts. And I don't need her saying them at the most inopportune time. Like in front of my boss and co-workers at a company outing in a few weeks.
Note to self: Shit no longer happens; only crap does. Stinking is the new effing. Jackasses can no longer piss me off; donkeys can only irritate me. Things will suck and blow no more; they will only stink and be yucky. Hell is now heck. Screw you is now forget you. And bite me will become...
Ah, forget it. I need to at least keep that one for when crap happens and a stinking donkey irritates me. It will totally be yucky if I don't have a heck of a thing to say when he wants to forget me. So bite me, dammit. Er... I mean... dang it.
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