So, I can trust you guys, right? You won't think I am awful if I make a little confession?
'K. Here it is. I have a potty mouth sometimes. There it is. I know, I know, I am a good girl. I shouldn't even know any bad words, never mind speak them aloud. Well, I do.
Tonight at dinner, in the context of the conversation, I laughingly said, "Here comes the bitch slap!" (I swear, it was the perfect smart arse comment for the moment-seemed completely appropriate. for about 30 seconds.)
Well, my ten year old's jaw dropped to the table and then I realized that I may have had a slight error in judgment.
My second clue came in the form of my sweet little Monkey Boy's voice piping up, "Bitch slap, bitch slap, bitch slap," in a lovely singsong voice.
Yeah, nice, teaching the preschooler some lovely Sunday school language.
Needless to say, my hubby is a bit disappointed in me. Even if he did teach me those naughty words.
I miss the days when my potty mouth made him hot for me...