Kwitcherbitchin! and the f-bomb.
You know, it's really not that cold yet. Cold is not when it's 20 degrees and people's cheeks turn all rosy so you walk real fast to get warm and then have to unzip the top of your down coat to cool off. Yet, all day long I heard variations on this conversation:
Concession clerk to me: So, is it still cold out there?
Me: Yup.
Clerk: Yeah, sure did get cold early this year.
Bus station security guard: Hola! Esta frio, si?
Bus station janitor: Si, esta mucho frio!
Security guard: Si, mucho frio.
C'mon, people. This is Boston! Cold is when the wind coming down Devonshire Street is like a barrage of knives magnetically drawn to any millimeter of exposed skin. Cold is when you close your eyes against that wind and your eyelashes instantly freeze together. Cold is when you wear 2 pairs of socks under winter boots, thermal underwear top & bottom, and a sweater under your down coat, and you're still an icicle by the time you make it across town to work. Save your stupid "sure is cold today" blather until it's actually cold. You've all experienced this. You know it's coming. In the meantime, will ya stop crying wolf, for pete's sake!
On the homefront, the holy terror really threw us for a loop last night. Her mom was out at a doctor's appointment, leaving her in our charge. Hubby and I curled up on the couch with the babygirl and the dog, and invited her to join us for a cuddle. She stopped, tilted her head to look at us quizzically, and asked, "What the f#*& are you doing?" Hubby and I looked at each other, turned back to her and asked in unison, "WHAT did you say?" She repeats, "What are you f#*&ing doing?" (Actually, it was more like "fug" and "fugging.") Oh, my god, it was SOOOO FUNNY we had all we could do not to laugh (MUST NOT positively reinforce the use of swear words!!!) Instead, we pulled her up on the couch with us and very seriously told her that that was a bad, grown up word, that little girls weren't allowed to say it, and we wouldn't punish her this time because maybe she didn't know, but if she says it again she'll have to go in the corner and then go to bed early, and did she understand? She very soberly nodded her head before happily snuggling up with us.
Two and three-quarters years old, this kid is. Did I start with the obscenities this early? Dad, if you're reading this, I'm so sorry.
Concession clerk to me: So, is it still cold out there?
Me: Yup.
Clerk: Yeah, sure did get cold early this year.
Bus station security guard: Hola! Esta frio, si?
Bus station janitor: Si, esta mucho frio!
Security guard: Si, mucho frio.
C'mon, people. This is Boston! Cold is when the wind coming down Devonshire Street is like a barrage of knives magnetically drawn to any millimeter of exposed skin. Cold is when you close your eyes against that wind and your eyelashes instantly freeze together. Cold is when you wear 2 pairs of socks under winter boots, thermal underwear top & bottom, and a sweater under your down coat, and you're still an icicle by the time you make it across town to work. Save your stupid "sure is cold today" blather until it's actually cold. You've all experienced this. You know it's coming. In the meantime, will ya stop crying wolf, for pete's sake!
On the homefront, the holy terror really threw us for a loop last night. Her mom was out at a doctor's appointment, leaving her in our charge. Hubby and I curled up on the couch with the babygirl and the dog, and invited her to join us for a cuddle. She stopped, tilted her head to look at us quizzically, and asked, "What the f#*& are you doing?" Hubby and I looked at each other, turned back to her and asked in unison, "WHAT did you say?" She repeats, "What are you f#*&ing doing?" (Actually, it was more like "fug" and "fugging.") Oh, my god, it was SOOOO FUNNY we had all we could do not to laugh (MUST NOT positively reinforce the use of swear words!!!) Instead, we pulled her up on the couch with us and very seriously told her that that was a bad, grown up word, that little girls weren't allowed to say it, and we wouldn't punish her this time because maybe she didn't know, but if she says it again she'll have to go in the corner and then go to bed early, and did she understand? She very soberly nodded her head before happily snuggling up with us.
Two and three-quarters years old, this kid is. Did I start with the obscenities this early? Dad, if you're reading this, I'm so sorry.
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