...and things i'm not so proud of as a parent...

Last time, I bragged about my daughter not having any prejudice and all that...and I'm still proud. But hey, no one's perfect.
As a momwhodrinksandcusses, it appears that I have let a few things slip, some that my very chatty 2 year-old has picked up. Not to say that Daddy is totally innocent here. At 2, Izzy wasn't the Repeat Pete that Beck is. That kid will repeat "supercalifragilisticexpealidocious" if you ask him to. So we reeaaaally need to censor ourselves around him more than we did her at that age. We tend to forget that. Here's my example:
I took both kids to Barnes & Noble last week to get a few books off the clearance shelves and to drink my Americano and read trash mags while they play in the kids' area. Upon leaving, Izzy and I are looking for a Horse book for Becks. He just loves "hordies." In the meantime, he's collected a number of things in his little arms: a horse puzzle, a horse that you paint, and several books. He's trying to carry them all, and suddenly we hear, "shit. shit. shit!" "Did he just say what I thought he said?" an employee asks me. "Ummm, I guess so." I cover my mouth in embarrassment. "That's cute," she actually said. What a cool B & N chick! Anyway, I approach him and he's just dropping all of these things and desperately trying to keep them all in his arms. "Can I help, Becks?" I ask. No! shit!." he responds. All I can do is laugh. A couple older men are shooting me dirty looks, and I keep laughing. Forget them! Didn't they ever have kids?
Anyway, lesson learned. And when I think about it, we probly let it slip with Izzy too, and at 4 and 5, she knew better than to say those things in mixed company. Hopefully, he'll do the same!
~R