An exercise in new adjectives.

Would prefer he did this...

I ran into a friend while walking with the kids last week.  She has a four-year-old, who went to daycare with Ashton and Reagan. We were catching up and got to talking about our kids' recent defiance.  She mentioned that no matter how many time-outs she's does with her son, he keeps flipping her off when she corrects him!  Hilarious!

Well, not hilarious.  I'm sure it is mortifying in public not to mention offensive that her son is gesturing to her in that way.  She said, "Now I'm sure I'm the worst mother in the world!" Of course she's not, but kids are like sponges and unfortunately, I had to admit her issue isn't unique, as we're going through this Ashton.

I know (most) have encountered this, but I never knew it would happen so soon.  JIMMY CUT OUT THE PROFANITY!  That's what I get for marrying a Marine, whose mouth has been a longstanding character trait.  So, my sweet boy routinely says "SHIT!" to which I reply, "Ship?  Did you say ship?  Remember, a ship is a big boat, so use the word right."  Trying desperately not to laugh and simultaneously cry, or react in anyway to encourage the behavior.  To make matters worse, he has started saying, "F*%K!"  Ggggrreat.  I cannot believe it.  This brings me nearly to a kneeling position begging him to not say that word. I'm lost at a replacement word, other than truck, to which he replies, "No, F*%K! F*%K!"

I have judged and thought less of parents whose kids have used profanity in my presence.  But here I am, yet again, eating my criticizing, behind-their-back comments.

Parenthood, UGH...