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I wonder when the appropriate time to stop swearing around your child is. Here’s the thing; my husband and I used the filthiest language possible to express affection.

Such as:

Jon: What’s up, dumb cunt?
Me: Not much asswipe. Hey, did you stop at Cost Co today?
Jon: Yeah.
Me: Thanks for remembering to go fuckhead. I guess you didn’t brick this time.
Jon: What the fuck did you think was going to happen? What’s on TiVo?

and so on. I think it goes without saying that we love each other a ridiculous amount. Obviously, anyone reading that can see how close we are. But…I sure would hate to get called to pre-school because my daughter called a boy she liked a dumbfuck. Maybe, Jon and I should come up with some words that are CODE for fuckhead like Honeymuffin or Sweetie. Would that be crazy? We could call each other all kinds of nicknames and no one would be the wiser. Of course, people will think we’re insane but WE WON’T CARE! We’re not like other people. We do our own thing! Fuck em.

Posted by Stefanie Wilder Taylor on July 9, 2005 11:27 pmUncategorized4 comments  

4 Comments

  1. midwest_hick said,

    I would have believed how much ya adore the hubby had you actually told him what was on tivo….or perhaps you did….and he replyed back uncharacteristicly nicely?

    | July 12, 2005 @ 2:48 pm

  2. The Everglades said,

    This is hilarious. I don’t know when the right time to stop cussing is because I’m 24 and not a child in sight. But I think it would be a great experiment to see how your child grew up thinking that cuss words were as harmless as saying keys or pen.

    Blake

    | July 14, 2005 @ 2:56 am

  3. sarcastic journalist said,

    Kind of wondering when to do so myself. Now the rule is not to cuss when talking to the child but its okay to drop an f bomb when she’s in the room.

    I have double standards and they work well for me.

    | July 15, 2005 @ 3:48 pm

  4. Anonymous said,

    I can only speak from experience to tell you how delighted my own mother was when my two and a half year old son said “Fuck me” after (thank God) they left church one day. Not! Spelling, then, worked until he was about four and was overheard sounding out “a-s-s”. I guess it got to where my husband and I just couldn’t communicate at all any more, and we just separated around six months ago…

    | December 14, 2005 @ 5:08 am

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