Crap!

It was inevitable.

I curse. I would love to think I am peaceful all the time, but damn the stress . . . I'm not. So between me, and whatever else he overhears, Demon Baby has learned curse words. Bad ones.

The F-word.
Bitch. (Which he calls Bits. As in, "Mom, you are such a BITS.")
Shit.

He gets yelled at. Threatened with time-out. Doesn't matter. He uses them. So, through the process of ignoring him, they are dying down.

Except for . . .

Holy crap.
You are full of crap.

Now, the use of crap was my own attempt to not curse aroudn my kids. I remember my mom used to say, "Aww . . . SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHugar!" when we were little. When now I know, man, she wants to say, "sh*t." So I attempted to do the same. In other words, instead of saying, "Holy sh*t!" I now say "Holy crap!"

But then . . . having a 3-year-old spouting off "HOLY CRAP!" about nearly everything . . . is both funny and ridiculous. And . . . wearying.

"The mailman is here."
"HOLY CRAP, MOM!"

"Eat your peas."
"They're CRAP!"

"Look at the cardinal in the tree."
"HOLY CRAP! Will you look at that?"

Each has slightly different inflection.

So I suppose I am grateful he only uses the F-word once in a while and instead is the All-Crap Channel, All the Time.

But . . . well . . . CRAP!