Okay. I can have a potty mouth. We all know that. However, I'm very good about curtailing the curse words around the boys. Sometimes when I'm telling a story to another adult, I might make a slip; but when I'm alone with the boys there are rarely times when a curse word is necessary.
That said, when something frightening happens to the boys or in front of the boys, I typically wail, "Oh, Jesus!" (i.e. Jesus, help me) Aside from taking Jesus' name in vain, I'm pretty proud of the fact that the impulsive curse phrase isn't worse.
So, today I was trying to fix the train table, and it was not going well. I may have huffed and puffed slightly. Gabe, who was watching my slight frustration, comes out with an, "Oh, Jeez-Its." (sounds like Cheeze-Its). He proceeded to say, "Oh, Jeez-Its" several more times, and I ignored all of them. But, I was secretly laughing inside....
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