"Oh shit!"
Ahh the boy has learned a new word. Unfortunately it's "Oh shit" and even worse, I inadvertantly taught it to him.
I had dropped some food and muttered said phrase. The boy followed suit. It took him months to say Da Da, but he says "oh shit" in like 2 seconds. Ahh human mind.
Now I've got the wife on my case about my language. I understand the need to watch what I say in front of the boy, but to me swears are just words. Obviously I don't want my year and a half old son swearing, but in the grand scheme of things it could be worse.
As I dropped him off with his godmother this morning he once again swore. I had to become "stern dad" and set the boy straight. I told him that that is a bad word and he can't say it.
The bottom lip came out and I think he got it.
Other stuff going on....
My wife ahh my wife. Last week I was wearing a black t-shirt. I saw my wife for like 30 minutes before I left for work. She gives me a kiss and says goodbye. I get to work and this dude comes up and says:
"Hey dude you have white deodorant stains all over the side of your shirt."
Thanks honey. Thanks.
I had to get a new shirt on my lunch break. Karma I guess.
Anyhow. Work continues to kick my ass. School is easy, and the trip that I am dreading gets ever closer.
Until next time...
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These were bad stains. You would think I was drunk when I put this shirt on. I can't stop swearing. At this point in my life swears aren't even swears to me. They are part of my vocabulary. I even swear in front of my parents and grandparents. It doesn't occur to me that these are offensive words.
Dude,
Just let the kid watch an episode of Deadwood and everything else will pale in mediocrity.
LT G
heh. It's hard to stop cursing. those are words you say without thinking; instinctively.
That is why I am trying to train myself on saying substitute words....
But I know I am a lost case and what happened to you is what will happen to me soon... ugh....
Jay,
Here is something to write in your book to the boy. Its by Rudyard Kipling
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
Thanks anonymous. Do I know you?
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