Role Model, Pt. 2

About a month ago, the ex called me after picking up the kid from school.  Apparently, she got in a little trouble because she uttered the words “damn it” shortly after recess.  Normally, they just ignore it the first time, but Alex felt the need to repeat it over and over, a little personal mantra… until all the other children began to say it as well. Mass preschool anarchy.  My little Jolly Roger.

I feigned complete surprise.  Really?  I don’t know why she would say that.  But that’s when the ex told me that he asked her where she heard that word, and she promptly answered, “MOMMY!”

Damn it.

So I started making a a very conscious effort to watch my language.  (If you look back at the beginning of the year, it was actually one of my New Year’s Resolutions.)  I thought I was doing pretty well, but apparently my schizophrenia occasionally takes over, because I have no idea when I would have done this in front of her, but don’t doubt for a second that I did.

Saturday morning, I gave Alex a Pop-Tart and placed the other one in a bag on the counter “for later.”  (Now that she’s finally grasping the concept of time, she will stash things around the house “for later.” And I wonder why I have mammoth flying roaches?) Anyway, we left for the pool, and on the way home Alex reminded me that her Pop-Tart was still on the counter, and is it later now?  I assured her that it was, and yes, she could have it when we got home.

But when we walked in the door, the dog immediately ran and hid, a behavior we have learned means “I ate something I wasn’t supposed to.” There lay the empty plastic sandwich baggie in the middle of the living room floor…  Alex swept in quickly, raising the baggie high above her head in a most dramatic fashion before shaking it menacingly at the dog.

“Damn dog!!!”

Obviously, I need to try harder.

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4 Responses to “Role Model, Pt. 2”

  1.   Mom Says:
    May 13th, 2008 at 6:03 pm

    GOOD LUCK WEEDHOPPER……..

  2.   Dylan Says:
    May 13th, 2008 at 6:13 pm

    Has she started asking for the keys to the jeep yet?

  3.   Network Geek Says:
    May 13th, 2008 at 7:41 pm

    Haha! Well, don’t feel too bad. Apparently, the same thing happened to my Grandfather. He was doing some plumbing one day while my aunt, who was very small at the time, watched him work. Eventually, he got disgusted with his efforts and threw down his tools. His darling daughter, in an innocent voice, asked him “What’s the matter, Daddy? Won’t the damn thing work?” Grandma said that he did the only thing he could at that point.
    Laugh.

    Welcome to parenthood, kid.

  4.   sally Says:
    May 15th, 2008 at 5:08 am

    ..clearing throat nervously…when my husband was out of town and I was in a panicked hurry to get the little guy to school, the garage door went off track. Knowing I could not fix it by myself, the hubby was gone and I was supposed to be out at meetings all day, thus leaving said garage open to all the neighborhood punks to pilfer as they chose, I uttered the f-bomb.

    Only to hear a cheerful 3-year old voice from the back seat say “f*ck! f*ck!f*ck!

    The day didn’t get any better from there…