Out of the Mouths of Babes.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear my daughter was being raised by a cross breed of pirates and truckers. The mouth on this kid is UNREAL.

Now, I’m not saying I don’t cuss around my kid. I’m not perfect (and whoever claims to be is a liar liar πŸ‘–onπŸ”₯). I’m pretty sure though, that I’ve never called anyone a bitch in front of her, or told anyone to STFU…. That’s her FAAAAAVORITE things to say to me when she’s big mad. Over and over like a record that’s stuck on a scratch.

It’s unreal. I do what the therapists say, I don’t react, I don’t give the words power. But I can’t control my face y’all πŸ˜‚.. I just can’t. Like… I get this eye twitch after like the 30th time of being told to STFU and I get a little stabby. You know? My mouth starts involuntarily convulsing and foaming, I get all red faced and puffy like that bloat fish from Finding Nemo.

It’s days like this, when I throw on my mantra shirt and say “fuck it” I just gotta be me. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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4 thoughts on “Out of the Mouths of Babes.

  1. Oh my gosh, same!!! That’s the best shirt ever, I need one!


    1. Isn’t it amazing? It speaks to me on a spiritual level. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


  2. I also have a problem with my face showing my feelings.

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    1. It’s a struggle! I can’t help it! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


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