Pat and I work really hard to be good role models for our kids.
Yes, we’re both struggling with weight issues right now, and we watch a little too much TV, and sit at the computer more than we should, and sometimes have silly spats in front of the young’uns.
Well, at least we watch what we say in front of them….
Okay, we slip….frequently. I’ve written about that before, in the days before I took my long sabbatical from writing.
A couple of the highlights:
At a very young age, Savannah said the infamous “F” word when she dropped a crayon during a Christmas Eve service.
Sarah sweetly said “shit” a few times while walking around the living room. I guess she thought that’s what you do when you take a stroll.
Pace’s vocabulary is quickly expanding after a late start, which has us relieved, excited, and a little ashamed.
One of his new phrases is “kicking ass!”
That’s. Great. Pace.
Did I mention he’s two?
There’s one incident that popped in my head today that gave me a really good laugh and prompted the writing of this post.
A little background - Pat isn’t too fond of other drivers on the road. When I say he’s not too fond, I mean there’s quite a bit of name calling and dirty looks being thrown around, and me holding down his arm before he teaches our kids what the middle finger can be used for. His favorite reaction is, “What a douchebag.”
I apologize now if I’ve offended anyone with that term.
And now on with the story…
So a couple weeks ago Pat was leaving the house and like a good family, we were all saying good-bye to him at the door. As he walked to the car, Savannah called out to him (with neighbors outside, I might add), “Watch out for the douchebags, Dad!” And shut the door. Pat said he could hear me inside saying,
“Savannah! Don’t say that!”
And her responding,
“What?? What did I say??”
Yes, Pat and I try really hard to be good role models.
We just forget sometimes.