It's also no surprise that Nick does as well.
When Cruz got to the point of comprehending, Nick & I had a serious conversation about watching our potty mouths and being more cognizant of what we say.
I thought we were doing okay.
'Thought' being the key word.
Until we came home from out little Chicago getaway and Cruzer & I were running some errands on Sunday night. We swung by the storage unit because Nick was finally grabbing our faux Christmas tree, so we could put it up for approximately one week before our holiday travel starts on Saturday.
Cruz & I were driving home after seeing daddy and he just blurts out, "mama, I just don't know what the f*cken is wrong with my daddy."
I literally had to stifle a laugh. It was so clear that I didn't even have to ask him what he said.
I told him not to say that word and he replied, "but my daddy says it."
I said, "what do you mean, what does daddy say?"
Cruz responds, "f*cken. Daddy says f*cken all the time."
Houston. We have a problem.
I chose to ignore it. That's what we parents do, right? Ignore things we don't want our kids to do/say in hopes it won't be repeated?
Well, that's what I did.
And he used it two more times that night. In full context. Completely accurate.
I'm still choosing to ignore it.
In hopes that it will go away...far, far away.
And on that note...some holiday snaps from a trip to the local nursery and our Angels Among Us Angels Flix/Day w/ Santa a couple weeks ago.
Because these are cute. And saying the word "f*cken" is not.
|Jacket // Jeans // Chucks|
(This jacket is my fave of all time - we get TONS of compliments on it!)
Linking up with "It's the Little Things" with Ashley & Jess.