There are still kids out there that think “stupid” and “crap” are bad words and flip their shit on the playground when they hear them. They won’t be surprised when they hear it for the first time. Sure, other kids in elementary may call yours dumb or fat but if they retort with a good, stinging bad word, they’ll deflect all of that bullshit real quick, nasty comments bouncing off of them like glue!ģ. You’ll give them ammunition against bullies. Sorry, but “please pick up your toys” just doesn’t have the same effect.Ģ. When you scream “Get this shit out of my living room” they’ll know they have approximately ten seconds to bring their asses downstairs before you drag the trash can over and start tossing shit. Here are five damn good reasons to curse in front of your kids:ġ. Now before you insinuate that I’m a terrible mother, which, the new parents, of course will, hear me out. I commend you I applaud you … but I ain’t you so I can’t relate.īut after mulling it over, there are some really solid reasons you should be cursing in front of your kids. There are those of you out there that simply don’t say bad words.
It just never occurred to me that some people continued the act at home. It was one of those things I probably would have learned if I ever “scheduled play dates for my kids” (which, yes, I said in a mocking tone) or went to Mommy groups, but those always gave me the heebie jeebies. It wasn’t until my kid was three or four that I found out that other parents didn’t curse around their kids. … You know, something like a good “fuck, fuck, fuck” when you’re late, which, as we all know, magically makes time slow down and helps you to arrive at your destination quicker. Now that’s not to say I cursed AT her, simply around her, about other people or just in general. You have to be decent in public, the least the universe could do was let me say “fuck” when I needed to. Much like my parents, I found it unnecessary and downright impossible to not be my authentic self around her. We all had some self-preservation and just didn’t do it.įast-forward twentysomething years and I had my own kid. I wasn’t going to take the chance of getting smacked. You could proudly knock the shit out of your kid in the middle of Mervyn’s and no one batted an eye. Remember: It was the 80s and 90s nobody cared about child abuse. We strung together words and phrases that didn’t even any sense.īut I would have never cursed in front of my parents as a kid because I didn’t want to get smacked in the mouth. And did we! When playing outside, we reveled in the opportunity to fall off of our bikes so we could use one of the many words we heard around our friends. One of the few joys in childhood is to say all of the bad words you know when your parents aren’t around.
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