A new way of swearing

Swearing is satisfying. If something goes wrong, or you hit yourself in the head (something that happens quite often in a seventeen foot trailer), it feels so good to shout – or at least utter – a swear word.

Until you hear your almost four-year old repeat said word (or words).

So Daniel and I are working on new ways to swear, since silence just isn’t an option.

“Darn it!”, “Oh F”, “Shoot”, I say, while Daniel experiments with the rather hilarious “Golly gosh”, “Oh fiddlysticks” or “blimey”.

Now Sophia’s learned those ones, hopefully having deleted the others. Sometimes, when it’s just Lulu around, we allow ourselves the real thing. It feels great.