Driving With Daddy
There are lots of things I should probably change about our car rides as the kids get older…and I’m not just talking about the cursing. That one – along with Opie and Anthony – had to go a while ago. Nothing beats a good F-bomb, but alas, it appears that Sharon doesn’t want the kids to have a well rounded education. *sigh*
There are other, less obvious, things I’m noticing that probably aren’t the best example to be setting though.
Issue 1 – Not quite swearing
“Daddy, why aren’t we moving?”
Well, the cars in front of us aren’t moving, so we can’t go.
“Crap!”
So maybe there are worse words than “crap” for a 4 year old to pick up, but I’m not looking forward to getting the note from preschool telling me that she uses it.
Issue 2 – Impatience
We were backed up at a light and the light turned green. I honked a little bit, and Ellie shouted “GO, GO, GO!!!” at the top of her voice. Maybe I say that. Maybe I say that a lot.
Issue 3 – If you’re a woman or someone I’m trying to impress, please stop reading now
“Daddy, I HATE smelling your farts EVERY time we get in the car!”
Hee hee, I love being a guy. Farts = funny. Every time. Unless they’re yours, in which case, just don’t.
There are much worse things you could teach your kids. My husband and I have a had a serious converstation on the subject of farts. He: When did farts become funny? Me: I wonder when they became shameful. He: Right, they must have become shameful in order for them to become funny!