Someone dropped an F Bomb on our house and it exploded into tiny little fucking pieces.

There are no bad words. Just bad pizza.

And bad sex.

Altho they do say that even when it’s bad, it’s still pizza.  But I’ve had some pretty bad pizza in my time, so I don’t really subscribe to that theory.

Wait, are we still talking about sex?

Fucking! We’re talking about fucking! But not the actual ACT of fucking. The word fucking. As in- someone dropped the F Bomb around the kidlets and that someone was none other than my husband Matt.  How do I know this? Little Avie.  Sweet, precious, 3 year old blonde angelic Avie can’t stop using her new favorite adjective.

“Fucking ants!”

“Fucking coffee!”

“Fucking dirty living room!”

“Fucking cars cutting us off in traffic!”

Ok I might have said that last one.. and she may have repeated it…

Avie is the first child in the house to drop the F Bomb. She beat her six year old sister to the fucking punch. Miss Boo overheard Avie’s colorful way to describe our bird Beeker and shot back, “What’s fucking?”

I turned to Matt and said, “Fuck, dude! What have you fucking done not watching your fucking language around the fucking kids?”

Actually, I shot him a look that pretty much said that AND, “and don’t even think you’re getting any tonight, mister!”

“Any what?”

Go ahead. Say it. SAY IT! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!  It’s fun to be a 12 year old boy, isn’t it?

The fuckage continued with Juna joining in on the conversation. “Fucking mom! Fucking mom!  Hahah!  Fucking mom!”

To which Miss Boo started yelling, “STOP FUCKING MOM!”

And Matt and I laughed so hard it hurt.

Matt explained to the kids the don’t use bad words lesson. Choose other words instead. And to please oh please not use words that freak people out at fucking school or around the fucking grandmothers.

The kids gave us confused looks and replied, “Man, it’s fucking confusing being a kid these days, especially with such hippie dippie fucking parents.”

If it’s forbidden, it’s far more attractive. Better to demystify, explain context, explain intent, explain sensitivity,  and just move on to more important life lessons.

Like how to properly use a beer bong.