My wife and I were talking last night about funny stories of the kids and how they might not seem funny at the time, but are funny years later. The really funny ones are when you laugh when they happen. The hardest part is to not laugh when it really is funny, but you are supposed to be the stern parent. Story and picture ensue:
Having been in the Marines, I learned the fine art of swearing from a long line of hard-charging, high speed, low drag, salty Devil Dogs. I worked in swearing like Picasso worked in oils. I'm talking about finely woven tapestries of vulgarity. Anyway, after getting out of the Marines, cleaning up my act a bit and then having kids, I'm extremely grateful that I no longer work in the fine art of cursory(???). Anyway, sometimes when something did slip, it would come out as a "flipping", "dog crap", "puppy vomit" and my favorite..."frickin'". Well, of all the words I have learned and used over the years, in all the different languages I learned, kids will ALWAYS remember the one word that they were not supposed to hear.
One Sunday morning as we were getting ready for church, we were hustling around trying to get everyone dressed(mostly) and a coat on their bodies(optional...it's a short ride to church...and not snowing that hard). I said, "Lily get your shoes and coat on, we have to get going". (Here it is...)
"I can't find my frickin' shoes!"
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