I used to have a filthy mouth. I'm not so bad anymore. Tonight I was making dinner and the cheese burned, which caused the smoke alarm to screech like there was a major disaster of epic proportions going on in my kitchen. I WANTED to say FUCK but instead I said "SHUT UP!"
Ayden, who was sitting at the kitchen table playing Spiderman Shuffle, commented several times, "Mommy, that's a bad word."
Finally I turned to him and said, "Well I guess I'm just a bad person!" Jeepers. Give a mom a break around here, already!