Yesterday the Miracle Toddler (no longer a toddler) called his paid caregiver a bad name. It had head in it. And some sort of cuss.
Anyone who knows me will also know who is to blame for this vernacular.
It isn’t his father.
Damn it. I suck.
I hereby promise to work harder at exorcising my cussing demons.
I would say “farewell potty mouth” were I not a realist.
Wish me luck.
This will not be easy.