Last week, the day before I left for AZ, I decided that I needed to perform an emergency pedicure.
Since Eleanor is my constant sidekick, I set it up in the bathtub instead of my own little pedi tub (i.e. the old baby bathtub). As usual, the water was a tad more hot than I intended and we could barely dip in our toes without wincing.
Here is the conversation that followed:
Me: [in my best mommy, aren’t we having a fun time voice] Ooooh! It’s hot. Too hot. Ouch – my toes! It’s really hot – isn’t it?
Eleanor: Yeah – it’s really fucking hot.
Me: I’m sorry – what did you just say?
Eleanor: [smirking since she can tell I’m more amused (bemused?) than mad] I said, “it’s really fucking hot.”
Me: Eleanor. That is NOT a nice word and you know it. Where did you hear that? [As if I didn’t already know the answer…]
Eleanor: Daddy.
Me: Mmm Hmm. Let’s give him a call…
Then later in the day when I was in the car with George and Eleanor:
George: Rowan says, “stupid TV!”
Me: Well – we all say things like that when we’re frustrated. But we really shouldn’t say “stupid” since it’s not a nice word.
George: No! We shouldn’t say “stupid” – it’s not nice!
Me: That’s right.
Eleanor: No. We shouldn’t say stupid. And we also shouldn’t say “really fucking hot.” “Really fucking hot” isn’t nice either.
Me: [resigned] No Eleanor, “really fucking hot” isn’t nice either.
It’s all about learning opportunities our our house. Raisin’ ’em right!