I was SO hoping to avoid this mundane parentism in our lives.
It’s perhaps the ultimate cliché, and I had a good feeling we’d be able to avoid it through awareness and mindfulness. It’s practically a parenting sitcom staple, a hackneyed trope to describe the pure zaniness of being a parent.
And yet, it happened to me.
The Momma has been pretty god about her language, especially she tends to swear far less than the Daddy, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he learns ALL our colorful words.