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Baby-Bore: All full up
By ella | February 16, 2005
In the years B.C. (before children) I swore like a trooper if the occasion merited it. Since Eldest Son was born I have tempered my language somewhat. I would like to say completely but that would be a lie. I have one particular expression which is not so much a profanity per se but which I use to sum up my feelings about some people. I use it now and again, but not usually when the children are around.
Today I cooked a roast lunch for me and the boys. It isn’t generally well received and today was no different. They didn’t eat much of it so I gave them some bread and I was glad that pudding was pancakes which I knew would fill them up.
As lunch was ending, I asked Harry if he wanted any more pancake.
“No, no more pancake thank you, no more pancake. I full up.” Pause. “I full of pancake. I full of bread and pancake.”
As he had eaten a bit of his roast chicken meal I endeavoured to get him to include this too. “What else are you full of baby?”
He sits there for a moment thinking hard.
“I full of shit, Mummy.”
I shan’t be using that expression anymore.
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Oh God! Out of the mouth of babes…
I would hear my little girl saying “You b*tch” to her friends when things weren’t going well. I swear she didn’t learn that off me and to this day I’ve no idea where she picked it up from.
At least he didn’t say it in public, loudly. Your parenting reputation is intact!
Tom
I’ve come from the Guardian online in which your weblog is featured today.
I suppose your parenting reputation is not quite so intact anymore, at least amongst Guardian readers!
Nice blog.
SK
Also from the Guardian. Your blog is very funny, certainly one of the most ‘real’ and interesting parenting blogs I’ve have come across.
Clive H
This is just the beginning. Once they realise they have an audience who is shocked and amused by the rude words they know children show no bounds.
Don’t worry. Just so long as you didn’t laugh when he said it. You didn’t, DID you?
From the Guardian. Good post about the ‘rural idyll’. I’m from a small village and is much like yours sounds. It has some good points though too and we are happily integrated now.
Howard Thompson
LOL! Oops!
Funny. My oldest son (7 yrs. old)told me to “stop busting his balls!” one day. I immediately turned and gave my husband the death-ray stare.
>:{
LOL! Very funny.
My husband has been directly responsible for most of the things my children utter. Most of them are not repeatable here. I think you got off lightly. And at least no-one heard him say it.
When, in a couple of years, Harry goes to Junior School for the first time, you will tell him that he’s now a big boy, and that he must now stop using baby words like ‘mum-mum’ and ‘wee-wee’. He must learn to speak ‘grown-up’. When he returns from his first day, you will ask him what what he did. He will say, ” Today we did reading, Mummy.” And what did you read about, Harry?” “We read about a bear, Mummy.” “And what was the bear’s name, Darling?” Then Harry will pause, selecting his words carefully. “His name was Winnie the Shit!” Out of the very mouths of babes and sucklings!