Holy biscuit batter with bacon bits, y’all, my precious Sadie gave me the scare of my life. You know, one second you’re watching your kid eat your lip gloss, while she plans her next four birthday parties, and then next second BOOM! she announces she learned a bad word.
At first I was amused. I can’t pretend I was shocked since my own mouth is about as ladylike as a urinal at the end of a three-day music festival.
But then she told me that it started with an “N.” There’s no room for amusement when that comes up. I thought, “I’m going to go Tanya Harding on the Paula Dean who taught my kid the ugliest word I know.”
This time we got lucky. It wasn’t that N-word.
Wanna know what the word was? Check out my latest at Mom.me here.