Svet is two years old and she knows two cuss words already: shit and what the fuck. There’s no one to blame but Paulie and I because she hears that from us. I know, bad parenting, right? We’re trying so hard now not to cuss in front of her, now that she’s in that stage when she mimics everything she hears, but from time to time, something slips and there she goes happily repeating what we just said. Sheesh.
It’s like constantly walking on fire with a toddler around, I realized with the cussing issue. You have to be really careful about the things you say and do in front of the kid so that she doesn’t copy the bad stuff and maintain only the good ones. Paulie and I aren’t the type of parents that you’d want your kids to have, and that’s our biggest problem. If we were brought up by more conservative families, we would have handled this with no difficulty but as it happens, that isn’t the case.
Oh well. I guess we’ll just have to continue monitoring each others’ words and hope that Svet’s two cuss words do not grow in number. At least, not until she’s old enough to be permitted to cuss like a sailor. Which is, well, when she’s sixty years old.