Yeah… I said damnit while I was on the phone with someone tonight. Charlie was right beside me, and after hanging up I heard:
“Dad, why’d you say damnit?”
“Uh…I’m sorry buddy, that’s a bad word and I shouldn’t have said it.”
“That’s OK Dad.” said in the most innocent tone ever.
It’s great to be forgiven by your 5-year old.
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Charlie is a good boy!
When I was babysitting for Kylee I was still in the habit of saying “sh&t” a lot. Of course it was something she repeated. Months went by with no more bad words from her after I explained that was not a nice word and I quit saying it in front of her.
One night at mom’s house I was making mac ‘n cheese. (Hey, I never claimed to be a chef!) I held Kylee up and let her poor in the noodles. She missed the pan. Out of her month right on schedule and in perfect tone: “Oh, Sh*t”. My dad overheard and asked her who taught her to say that. “Aunt Ray-Ray”. Christy about lost it. It was kinda funny watching her parent Kylee while straining to keep a straight face. =)
My payback is coming, I can feel it.