A Different “B” Word
One of the funniest blog posts I have ever read… Andi Buchanan is absolutely hilarious. I can not only sympathize but wholeheartedly agree as well. It also reminded me of the days when my kids were a little more innocent and their ears seemed to be directly connected to their mouths… if you know what I mean. ;o)
My husband and I were just discussing the evening when we had friends over and were walking them out to their car when our son (5 at the time) glanced over and saw our cat, George, walking across the lawn. Realizing that Georgie was supposed to be inside he said, “George, you little bastard, get in the house!” Of course, you’d have to understand that George was often in trouble and my husband often called him a “little bastard.” Not realizing that our son was completely picking up on this and figured it was some term of endearment.
Which is probably the opposite when it comes to our daughter… who at the age of 6 discovered that her brother had taken her name tag off of her bedroom door as her dad was carrying her to bed one night. She looked over at the door and back at her dad and said, “Ethan did that… that little bastard.” I think my husband almost dropped her!
We were discussing tonight how this type of thing just happens and the bad part about being a parent is that you can’t just start laughing because you are grown up and are supposed to be responsible. So you have to contain yourself, correct the little person and wait until you are alone to laugh yourself into near hysteria.
Ah, parenting… what a bastard!
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