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Jack said his first swear word on Sunday, albeit a mild one. We were getting ready to go for a walk in the desert east of our house. Jack was loading his pockets with toys that I told him he couldn't take.

JACK: (unloading his pockets onto the living room floor) Crap.

ME: (astonished) What did you say?

JACK: (despondent) ... no ...

ME: (demanding) Where did you hear that?!

JACK: (backpeddling) ... none ...

ME: Who says that?!

JACK: ... you? ...

Nailed! I consider myself so lucky that the worst words Jack can think of are stupid, hate, and crap.

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Mim said…
This made me laugh out loud. We've tried to get rid of all the alternative soft swears like: crap, shoot, darn, etc. It's tough! My 7yo now uses the word peanuts instead. And often corrects me when I still use the phrase, "Holy Crap". It's a fav of mine. LOL
sulu-design said…
This one made me laugh, too. My niece recently asked my mother, her grandmother, "Where the hell are you going, Nana?" as she was getting ready to leave my sister's house. And of course, my niece had heard the words from her own mother's mouth. After much explaining, my niece apologized to Nana and my sister apologized to my niece!

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