The subject of parents swearing crops up every so often in the media and the blogosphere. What I’ve noticed is that the conversation usually revolves around those times when the children’s presence is incidental to the parents’ swearing. For instance, junior may be around when a paper cut prompts the S-word to slip out of your mouth, or maybe he’s there when you stub your toe and drop an F-bomb.
Some argue that parents ought to have better self-control and shield their children from offensive language. Others say it’s OK for kids to hear the blue stuff every once in a while and understand that their parents are human, too.
What I’ve heard discussed much less often—if at all—is swearing directly at your children… which makes sense, because there’s really no debate to be had about that. The idea of actively hurling profanity at tiny tots is disgusting, despicable and certainly not something any decent person would do.
Well, call me disgusting, despicable and indecent because, oops, just the other night, my potty mouth erupted… on my baby.
That’s right, I cussed out my baby.