So, my sweet, adorable 2 and half year old has begun dropping the F-bomb again. It is currently part of our everyday vocabulary. Her absolute favorite time for this expletive is when she is jumping and hopping around like a frog. Instead of "ribbit, ribbit," it is "f***, f***." This is especially cute and adorable as we are walking (well, she is hopping) into the grocery store. I have repeatedly told her that only Mommies and Daddies can say that word, but she replies, "No, I can say it too Mommy, see, F***!" Yeah. Great.
We have had trouble with this word before. APPARENTLY, she picked it up from me (yeah, I'll take the blame for this one) when I was pregnant with the twins. At about 4 months pregnant, I was already measuring close to full term - I WAS HUGE- and already having extreme difficulty picking things up off the ground. Well, Karlie was about a year and a half then, so throwing things down for Mommy to pick up was still great fun. In my extreme pregnant state, I MAY have let an F-bomb go each and every time I had to do the straddle, squat, and try to get back up part of the game. During the peak of this phase, I would be pushing her around in the grocery cart, and Karlie would systematically grab things out of the cart, throw them down on the floor, literally scream "F***," then dissolve into a fit of giggles, followed with, "Fun Mommy, it's fun." To which I would reply, "Frog baby, is that what you're saying?" Eventually, we moved on to bigger and better things. Thank God.
Come to think of it, we are probably at a natural progression with the F-word. I did try to cover it up with saying frog, and now, that is what a frog says.
Great. How am I going to get out of this one?