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Last Thursday was a rare treat in our house: one of those nights where the homework was done early, the dinner was cooked by someone else, and snow was in the forecast. The evening stretched out, molasses-lazy. My eldest daughter sauntered into the kitchen where I was spending some meditative time with the pots and a scrub brush.
« So, » she began lightly, « I wanted to talk to you about your pottymouth. »
I hummed. She does not approve of my penchant for cussing.
« When I came into your office today, you said the s-word. Cursing is evidence of a lack of creativity. » It is always a delight to hear your feeble parenting parroted back at you.
« A guy said something stupid on the radio this morning and then defended it by misquoting the dictionary. I was just frustrated, that’s all. »
She whisked a dishtowel off the shelf and began drying pots…
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