Warning: some language not suitable for children. Which is kind of the point.

It really is A.mazing that E doesn't have a potty mouth at this point. I mean really, we have not been successful in our attempts to render our speech child-appropriate in the three years that we've been trying. Though effort has been made. And I think she gets that. She seems to understand that she's not supposed to use that language that mom and dad litter their speech with, and that we really do try to limit it as much as possible, and I think she actually...respects that. It's too weird. 

Witness my account, to the best of my (admittedly impaired) recollection, of the only examples in existence of my daughter, the sailor, rearing her foul-mouthed head:

1. Age: approx 1 1/2 yrs

After hearing mama refer to Ralph as "such a dick" approximately 85 times a day since she was brought home from the hospital, and before she could decipher disdain from affection in tone with any reliability, she began to greet her favourite people with the following: "Such a dick, mama!" "Such a dick, dada!" "Such a dick, Gramma!" Oh yes, she did.

2. Age: approx 2 1/2 yrs

While playing quietly by herself with a very small gadget (button? magnet?) that kept slipping through her fingers and rattling on the floor I heard a faint, but ever so emphatic "fuck." 

3. Age: approx 1 1/2 years to present

Once in a while one of us will be humbled by the innocent query: "Why is it a fucking mess, mama?" or "Why did dada say shit?"

Can you feel the parental pride simply oozing from this post? Sigh.

Am I f@*$ing adorable, or what?