A couple of days ago Jackson tipped over my coffee cup. I was more startled than mad and guess what was the first word out of my mouth. "S**t!"And it wasn't quiet either. It came out full force. And guess what was the very next word out of his mouth. Yep, that's right. Baby's first curse word.
I knew this day would come. I knew one day I would have to sensor everything that came out of my mouth. It's not like I can't do it. All those years I taught gymnastics I never even once yelled "s**t" when a kids fell off the balance beam. It's just a matter of getting used to it again. And I guess I'm a little disappointed that it's happening. Sometimes there's really nothing more fitting than a good PG-13 rated curse word (ok, maybe occasionally even an R rated one). Oh well. Guess I'm gonna have to put the G rated filter back on.

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