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My 3-year-old said what???????
You never think it will happen to your child.
You do your best to raise them right. But no matter how hard you try and how well you succeed 98 percent of the time, something like this happens and makes you feel like a complete failure as a parent.
My 3-year-old daughter dropped the F-bomb.
Yes, I confess. I’m a total failure.
Let me back up here.
My daughter has long, beautiful curly hair. The down side is that it tangles very easily, and that hair-brushing is now a daily all-out war that usually leaves both of us in tears.
Well, one day when I was at work, the hair-brushing duties were left up to Grandma, who so generously cares for my little girl while I work. Well, when Grandma pulled out the brush, my daughter says:
“Don’t use that fu*&$@ brush on me!”
GAAAAAAASSSSSSSSPPPPPPP.
When my mom called me, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I think I did a little of both. I admit I was slightly amused and shocked at her ability to use it in context, but I was mostly just plain horrified. Where did she get this from? Where did I go wrong? How can I make sure this never happens again without shielding her from the rest of the world?
In the end, we had a long talk about nice words and dirty words and knock on wood, haven’t heard any dirty words since. Let’s just hope she never utters the mother of all words again — especially at preschool.
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By Alice
June 3, 2008 12:22 AM | Link to this
Thankfully my three year-old hasn’t dropped that one on me, but I have a friend whose kid picked up all kinds of dirty words from his older teen siblings. When my oldest was four, she playfully put her cat in a suitcase and got preoccupied. A few hours later, as I was putting her toys away, I decided to clean out the compact but heavy suitcase (no, it wasn’t making any noise) and the cat sprang to freedom giving me a heart attack in the process. To this day, I thank God I don’t have to live with the thought that my child killed her cat.