Max just told me that “the dad on My Dad the Rockstar is a pain in the ass when it comes to camping.”
I remember the first time I cussed in front of my mom. I was in jr high and I said, “how the hell am I supposed to know…” (talking about school stuff). We were in the car and we were both shocked that I said “hell.” Max had no such shock and even repeated the phrase when I said, “what did you say?”
I remember the first time I swore in front of my Mom. I was four and Mom was driving me to the playground at Wendy’s. She said something, I don’t remember what, to which I replied with, “Like, oh my God!” I’d just seen a movie with valley girls in it, so naturally I employed the accent, the gum smacking, and twisted my hair around my finger, just for full effect. There followed an immediate explanation from Mom about how we don’t say that… 🙂 Now I swear in front of Mom allll the time. Yay for narcotics!
For the longest time Sam’s favorite little noise to say (pre-verbal days here) sounded a little like fork and a lot more like something else. At least she didn’t say it at church…much.