Little ears, they hear all

It is getting to that time. Miss BA over at Heir to Blair got me to thinking about this.

Braxtyn is only saying the occasional “dadada” but that doesn’t mean he isn’t hearing what comes out of our mouths. & I hate to admit this, but I swear like a sailor. I really do. Don’t ask me where it comes from- my sweet mother
and father surely didn’t raise me like that.

Me and the husband just got our Dexter season 4 from Netflix and upon seeing the character Debra once more I was reminded of myself. Not familiar with her? She throws F-bombs around more times than
Kourtney, Khloe, and Kim Kardashian use the word “like” in the span of
a 15 second conversation with each other.

I know swearing is bad and all. But 99% of the time, you JUST.CAN’T.HELP.IT. It’s like what they call word vomit from Mean Girls. You don’t mean to say it, but when you stub your toe, or someone
cuts you off on the road, it’s the first set of words that come to mind.

Which is why I try my damndest hardest, to use “replacement” swears. I also don’t take the Lords name in vain, which leads me to the first couple replacements:

Cheese & rice

Jeebus

Your typical Shoot and Dang, and even Goll Darn (So please don’t laugh at me if you ever hear that last one come out of my mouth, mmmmkay?)

The big one usually ends up being something like- Fuuuuh. You know, it’s always best to stop mid way once you realize what you’re going to say.

So we have replacement words. Swear jars are always fun also, as BA suggested. Although I have a feeling I would be broke within a week. I suppose the most important thing to do is to just be aware of the
little ears around you.