Just before Husband was gathering up the children for the morning school drop off, Jake got a hold of a black crayon, half of which he ate and the other half he used to draw all over his shirt. Husband cried out for me to get off my ace and take care of my child so I hoisted myself off the couch and made my way to my little black-toothed Tubbs. As I shuffled over to him, lamenting this latest crayon tragedy, Sam expressed her frustration with, "God Dammit."
Husband and I both froze in our tracks wondering if we heard what we heard. Of course, we made her repeat it twice before we accepted she had in fact dropped a GD right in the middle of our kitchen. We went nutso, demanding she tell us where she heard it and ordering her to never say it again or else!
As Husband pressured her to reveal the foul mouth that taught her this crudest of curse words I thought of Ralphie in A Christmas Story when he got busted repeating curses he heard from his dad, but when forced to name names he blamed his friend for fear of the fall out from citing his father's potty mouth. Poor, poor Ralphie.
Husband pushed for a name like the Gestapo, but Sam just cried, saying she didn't want to tell us then saying she didn't know where she heard it. I can assure you she didn't hear it from us because Husband and I don't use that phrase in our worst moments.
Now, might she hear Husband mutter "damn it" under his breath on occasion? Sure! But that's no GD and even his under the breath cursing is rare. We save our bad language for private arguments and/or the boudoir. I've converted all my "oh, shits" and "damn its" to "oh, snaps" and "oh, poopers." I repeat, she did not hear it from us.
But, I don't think we'll be hearing it again because she was pretty shaken by our reaction. Lots of tears, hugs, and snot transpired before they finally shuffled out the door to school.
Once they were gone all I could think about was....thank goodness they're all out of the house and I can have a few moments of quiet. Oh, snap.
I'll be sharing this image with Sam.