The first time my eldest daughter swore, she was between 12-18 months. It was several days after being exposed to someone who stubbed his toe at the pool and exclaimed "Kalisse, mon pied!" She waited judicially until she bumped her foot into something accidentally several days later to use the same phrase. It took me so off guard I exploded in laughter. Needless to say, she said it often in the following months I suppose in hopes of getting me to laugh.
I didn't say it this morning but I probably should have. I stormed out of my house and kicked my rubber tub, filled with weeds I plucked from my garden on Saturday. I was obviously wearing the wrong pair of shoes... [Though really nice shoes] as I sprained my foot.
Because I was angry.
Monday, May 03, 2010
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