My potty mouth has been a topic of discussion on this blog before.
My language probably won’t change anytime soon.
Somehow I have managed to keep myself in check in front of the kids, so I can still rationalize it.
Every once in a while, Numbers 1 and 2 will forget where they are and drop the occasional shit in front of me. So far, thankfully, they’ve kept the f-bomb to themselves.
If Numbers 3 through 7 were to swear, I wouldn’t love it, but it wouldn’t bother me too much.
I’m much more bothered by name calling.
And by the term shut up.
Or shut your piehole.
I’ve never said that. Neither has my husband. I’m pretty sure they learned that one from tv.
Which brings me to my point.
If I know a show has words in it that my kids can’t say at school, then I don’t let them watch it, because they only need to hear a word once for it to become a permanent part of their vocabulary.
And tv shows have ratings.
Music has ratings.
Movies have ratings.
Video games have ratings.
Those things help.
But you know what doesn’t have ratings?
Those things can say anything.
In big, colorful, capital letters.
Number 4 is 6. But she can read almost anything.
I don’t care about the candy bars at the check out.
But the magazines?
Those things don’t belong anywhere near the cash registers.
Because yesterday while waiting in line with Number 4,
she spotted this:
and consequently yelled,
“MOM??? WHAT’S A PRIVATE HELL?”
About 40 eyes turned to her.
And then me.
And I was in a public hell.
I’ll be expecting a call from school in the next few days.
Instead of signs that read “This aisle contains candy,”
how about some different ones?
Grocery stores need some signs that read,
“This aisle contains magazines with the words HELL
or THE 4 MONTH ORGASM
or BAD GIRL SEX
or UNTAMED VA-JAY-JAYS.
That is some R-rated shit right there.
Until the grocery store does something about that,
the only kids I’m taking in with me are the ones who can’t read yet.
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Irene C. says
I had to explain a cover with a celebrity “DIVORCE” for my 6 year old in the check out one time. She worried about the kids of the divorce. Were they going to live with the mommy or daddy? Why are they getting divorced? I agree…I like taking the non-readers to the supermarket.
I feel your pain.
I had to laugh but only because when my oldest (now 14) was about 7 I had to have the sex talk with him after he read a magazine cover which stated 101 awesome sex positions you’ve never tried… Ugh! Those magazines should be edited LOL!