Please excuse my faux pas of posting one right after the other, and a re-blog at that, but I just couldn’t not share this one. Please head over to her blog to read, comment, and like.
This afternoon, my husband took the kids to the park to play. After they got home, Little Man came in and said, “Mommy, Daddy called the kids at the park assholes!”
(At this point I completely give up on the cursing.)
I shot my husband a look–you know the one that says How dare you while completely ignoring the fact that 90% of any of the so-called bad words LM likely came from hearing them from me first.
“Those kids were mean and wouldn’t play with me at all. Every time I would walk up to them and try to do what they were doing, they’d tell each other to let’s go and run off so I couldn’t play.”
That burned me up. I talked to my husband about it after LM went to play in his room and he was upset about it too, of course, and told LM…
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