Friday, August 26, 2011

Bombs Away

You know that scene from A Christmas Story when Ralphie drops the F bomb in the back seat of the family station wagon and his father goes nuts? Well... we had our own little Christmas Story today. We were at a stop light and Cole starts talking about the time last year when we were rear-ended. I am surprised by his memory not only of the event but of the exact location. "Yah," he says, "F...ing lady." I almost crashed into a telephone pole. "What did you say?" I asked him. (Which is really not a good question because you pretty much know what he said and asking him to repeat it only screams BAD PARENT.)

"That's what you said when that lady hit you." My mind went blank. I have no memory of dropping the F bomb but I am not denying the possibility that I may have slipped when hit by a driver who had to sit on three cushions to barely see over the wheel and then claimed to have hit the gas instead of the break. But WHY did he wait almost a year to say that? Was he saving it up for a good time? Did he have a flashback?

After my initial shock wore off, I decided reacting like Ralphie's dad was borderline child abuse so I just told him that we don't say that word, EVER.

"But you said it," he responds, being honest not impudent. The dreaded motherly words "do as I say not as I do" floated briefly through my head but I never resonated with that saying because anyone who has kids or has worked with kids knows that children WILL do as you do, no matter what you say.

So LONG story short, Cole knows he is never allowed to say that word again. I know it will make a comeback probably around age 14. Hopefully I will be better prepared.

Love & Light,

Stacy


A good day to  make a cake just to make one.







Found this inside my chocolate wrapper.








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