Last week, we were playing a board game together as a family when my husband blocked our six year old son's next move. Our boy saw his dad's defensive strategy and proclaimed, "Damn it, Daddy!"

He didn't realize he had said anything wrong, so we explained that it was bad, and he need not ever say it again. We didn't need to ask him where he learned it. We knew he had picked it up while playing games with his dad. My husband's competitive nature has also been responsible for teaching our son the words, "sucker" and "crap".

My husband, the sailor, also taught our daughter her first curse word. When she was about two years old we were driving in the car when, out-of-the-blue, we heard the "F" word come from the back seat. Before we had a chance to stop her, she had said it about ten times in a row. At least she used it in the proper venue. Clearly, she had heard that while driving in the car with her dad.

But, I can not blame my husband for the time my daughter did not fling curse words, but instead assaulted us with attitude.

I was extremely hormonal tired, and had been working all day while my husband played with our daughter, who was just a toddler at the time. They sat down to have a snack together as I flopped my exhausted body onto the couch. No sooner had I sat down, than my daughter asked, "Mom, can you get us some napkins?"

Irritated that she asked me, instead of her father, I angrily said, "Oh, sure! Dad's been playing all day while I've been working, but I'll get up to get the FREAKING napkins!"

I returned to the room and tossed them a couple of paper towels before falling back into my seat.

Then I watched as my daughter climbed onto her dad's lap and put her face a mere inch from his. She held that position as she stuck her hand into their snack bag, then glared at him and yelled, "Dad! These are FREAKING cheese puffs!"

But all things considered, I don't think my "F" word is nearly as bad as his.

Labels: Family Life, Kids, My Better Half, Shameless Statements