VW should be back to posting regularly this weekend. But, for now you will have to tolerate another one of my child horror stories. Sticks.
(And by the way VW, I wasn't going to post this story, but you asked for it by posting your More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday)
Mothers try very, very, hard to teach their children appropriate language. You constantly have to watch what you say around them because, as everyone knows, kids will repeat what you don't want them to say. I was no different when my boys were little. I was careful not to cuss around them. I monitored what shows they watched. Careful. Careful. Careful. So, I was really surprised when the Improviser, then 4, ran up to me tattling on his brother. "(Daredevil), said the S and F words." I was in shock. Mortified that my 3 year old would be using such language. He had to have learned it from his father. Yes, that had to be it. Relief and laughter ensued when he clarified it. Daredevil had said "shut up" and "fart". Nope, he learned that they were bad words from his mother. Two of my pet peeve words. I hate them. They are teenagers now. I wish they could still have that innocence.