My 3-year-old dropped the F bomb
At some point, though, she decided she picked up the wrong crayon. Blue, instead of brown, I guess. And clear as day she said it:
"Oh, F - - - !!!!"
At first I didn't say anything. Truth is, I think I've heard her say it before, but never was sure. This time, no escaping my daughter's F bomb.
"What did you say, honey?" Silence. Alarm. "Sweetie, what did you just say?" Panicked look on her face. "Honey, that's a bad word, but you didn't know it." Tears, face plant in the chair. "Sweetie, it's okay, you didn't know it, but that's not a word we say."
Only, I do. All the time. But never, ever in front of her. Never, ever in front of her. Unless I somehow slipped?
I picked her up and held her tight. She covered her eyes with her hands, afraid to look at me. I hugged her long and hard. Reassured her that she had done nothing wrong, inside knowing I almost certainly had.
Memo to self: Start talking in code or at least, "Oh, fudge!"
-- Amy Hollyfield
[That's Ralphie from A Christmas Story with a bar of soap in his mouth after he dropped an F bomb on his dad.]