Any “swearers” will know how hard it is to curb your mouth 100% of the time. I know I struggle. Most of the time, I bite my tongue, but sometimes, words just fall out like a steady stream of sick.
And sometimes, my beloved sproglet picks up on these words. A lot of the time, a decent distraction (such as a Kinder Egg) makes her forget the words sooner than she learned them, but sometimes, just sometimes, she just. won’t. let. go.
Three weeks ago, she picked up on on such a word. Actually, more like a phrase. When she first said it, I couldn’t help but laugh. Especially because she said it in a Northern twang rather than in a southern dialect. Swearing in a northern accent is SO MUCH BETTER than swearing in a southern one. Even if it’s coming from a 2 year old. But it is something I do frown upon on the whole. I don’t want my daughter saying naughty things at all, and on the most part, she doesn’t.
Except for “bugger”. To be more precise, “silly bugger”. I haven’t even said it for 3 weeks, since my last outburst, but she still ruddy says it! I am currently encouraging her to say “silly sausage” instead, which is kind of working, but she still comes out with it when I least expect it.
Like last week, during a teddy tea party. One of them fell head first into his tin cup of tea, to which she just laughed and called him a silly bugger.
Luckily, she’s growing out of it.
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