How Baby

One from the archives, a story I love to pull out to illustrate my “parenting” “style”, haha. I mean, by my own explanation, she pretty much got me.

As people who swear, uh, a lot, Kev and I basically put our eggs in the basket of teaching Momo that words aren’t bad or good, but contextually appropriate or inappropriate. And it’s been… good, honestly; when she was in kindergarten we just kept reinforcing that some words are ‘family’ words, and if she ever used them around adults with different rules, she’d probably get in trouble. And she chose, by herself, to just not use ‘adult’ words, and not a cuss from her since.

But, this was before that… when she was still learning the rules… and it’s a story I’ll probably be telling in my nursing home.