We’ve been trying to watch our language a bit around Maggie, since as reported earlier, her capacity for verbatim repetition is scary. We’re not doing that well since we, personally, don’t have any particular hang-ups about “bad words” – at least, the non-racist, etc. kind.
So, we’ve found ourselves using phrases we never would have, like “Oh my gosh”. Really. But then we constantly slip up and speak like ourselves.
Today in the car, Maggie dropped something, probably the book she was reading. She wasn’t pleased:
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Christy almost drove off the road trying to stifle her laughter.