Bombs Away!

F bombs, that is. WHAT? Yes. The eff word. The F word. F bomb. F*ck. Said properly. In context. If she rams into something, stubs her toe, gets frustrated...she lets loose a, "ohhhhh, f*ck!".

HOW did this happen, you might be asking yourself. I will not claim complete innocence on Shawn and I's behalf. We don't swear at her (obviously) but have most likely been talking to each other, telling stories, jokes, recounting tales from the day and used it without noticing that little ears were paying attention. Combine that with a little birthday party experience where an adorable 2 year old swore like a little sailor for 4 hours and you've got the makings for Samara's first swearing experience.

What have we done about it? Well, the first few times I was in denial. She had been reading some stories about frogs lately and I was convincing myself she was saying frog incorrectly. After numerous times, I could no longer ignore it. I admit it was funny. For a few times. Then it was kind of horrifying when I pictured her swearing at her great grandma over the dinner table at Thanksgiving.

She doesn't know what she's saying is bad. She doesn't say it and then look over at us for a reaction. So, we've been trying not to draw extra attention to it so as not to encourage the behavior. Instead, we've been acting like morons and stumbling into things, stubbing our toes on purpose and whatnot, shouting, " OHHHH FUDGE!". It seems to have helped. She changed f*ck to fudge fairly quickly. Thankfully. We're going on 10 days or so with no F bombs being dropped. And no "fudges" either so hopefully it was just a phase.

We're in the clear. I think. Until she learns her next swear!