I was cuddling with my 20 month year old daughter, who’s vocabulary is limited to just “dad” and “hot”, on our bed the other evening watching Snail on the Whale, when all of a sudden, after 10 minutes of complete silence, in her cute little voice she randomly babbles: “die bitch”. My poker face skills were seriously put to the test.
Parking is a problem here, and I sometimes quietly whispered “shit” when there isn’t a close parking space. So my kid started saying it everytime when we enter our street.
I stopped doing it, and thankfully so did he.