Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I am one. A horrible one. Poor sweet little Evangeline who looks up to her mama for everything.
A few days ago, Evie was struggling to re-adjust her panties after a little pee break. (Yes, she had them all in a wad.) As she's yanking and pulling and fussing with them, I hear her say, "Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Of course, I lovingly corrected her, without a trace of a smile (ahem) and then said, "Evie, that is a very impolite word. Please don't say that word anymore."
A few minutes later, still struggling with aforementioned undergarments, I hear her quietly say to herself, "Damn it. Damn it. Damn it."
I respond a little more harshly this time: "Evie! Mama told you not to use that word!"
Evie's eyes shift nervously, and then light up with a brilliant idea. "I didn't say damn it, Mama. I said FAMN IT."
Sigh. Profanity AND lies. It's gonna be a long eighteen years. ;)