C Conversations

The context is in the car, riding to school. 

Me, clearly agitated:  Oh, no. I forgot the pretzels for snack. Argh. I’ll have to drop you off and go back and get them.

C:  No you didn’t.  They’re right here.

Me:  Oh, good.  I thought I left them at home.

C: And if you did, then you’re supposed to say frickin’, right?

Me, stifling hysterical laughter: No, that’s really not a nice word. Mommy shouldn’t say that word, okay?

C: Okay, if I hear you say that word, I’ll say, “Remember, you weren’t going to say that anymore.”  Right?

Me:  Yes, that’s right.  Thank you.

C:  Because it’s a bad word, right?

Me: Well, it’s not really a BAD word.  It’s just not very nice.

C, speaking in a tone that implies she has the wisdom of the ages: Yeah. I know what you’re talking about.

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  1. Reminds me of the time my then-three-year-old bounded out of the car at my mom’s house yelling, “Gran! Gran! We saw a BUNCH of stupid idiots on the way to your house!!”

    Since that was back when I had just the one kid and thought I had a lock on this parenting thing (what with my 3 BIG FAT years of experience), my mother nearly passed out laughing and gasping for air.

  2. Don’t you hate it when your children have to teach YOU things? Unfortunately, mine do all the time…loved the story though!

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