Apparently learn 'em while they're young shouldn't apply to swearing. Full disclosure, I sometimes have a potty mouth. Not sailor style, or anything. But definitely I've-been-trying-to-raise-you-right-with-some-particular-issue-that-still-hasn't-been-resolved-for-a-few-months-and-I'm-about-to-explode style. I try to keep most of it limited to alone time in the car (see: road rage) and when I lose during sparring sessions at the boxing gym (see: almost every Thursday night). I always very much repent, apologize to my kids, and turn it into one of those "swearing is bad, mom was wrong to swear, don't swear" learning experiences. I also don't ever use the Lord's name in vain, because I'm a God-fearing part-time potty mouth.
Michael was at a playdate with his BFF (E), when his mom (J) overheard Michael tell E that he had an exciting new bad word to tell him for their bad words game that they apparently invented. E had been saying the S-word (not "shut up," the other one), so obviously J thought that was the word Michael taught him. I asked Michael about it today before church, because I needed to keep my cool so I could feel the spirit instead of mom guilt. He said he taught E a bad word for their game, but it wasn't even the S-word. It was the OMG one.
Fun fact, I’m Mormon. Yes, polygamy jokes are funny. No, we don’t do the stuff of Big Love. Also, yes I drink Diet Dr. Pepper. Also yes, I own a TV. Also, no I don't root for the Utah Jazz or know David Archuleta. The weirdest thing about me is that you can drop the swears around me all day. I wouldn't care because I probably also whipped it out a couple times. But I'm super anti-taking God's name in vain. I dunno. It just makes me really upset and sad. K, maybe it's not the weirdest thing about me. I also eat the chocolate and caramel off the cookie of a Twix before I eat the cookie part. Overshare.
Anyhoo. Three things happen in my brain here. 1. I am relieved that Michael wasn't the one behind E's swearing (what he was caught for, anyway). 2. I take it as a win that the swear word that he taught his friend wasn't one that he learned from me. 3. I'm appalled that he said OMG at all, and that he thought it was a good idea to teach it to someone else.
I'm going to probably have to tie some sort of family lesson in there on taking God's name in vain. How the heck do I blend the story of Jesus healing the blind man with a gentle reprimand for a 5yo inventor of a swearing game??
What about Donny Osmond? Do you know him?
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