One of the hardest things about being a parent is keeping your fool mouth shut.
I'm gradually getting better at biting my tongue when there is a funny or inappropriate response to something my son says, but the place where I lack control the most is in the car.
It took my son a while to learn that most of the talking (ranting) I do in the car is not to him, but to other drivers. By age 3 he had learned enough about sarcasm to realise that a lot of what I say to them is the opposite of what I mean.
And the swearing? That is the hardest - My first warning came when he was two and we had hit an unexpected wall of traffic - a little voice perked up from the back: "Say 'fucking'" - I was most ashamed.
Most recently, having avoided a collision with someone I turned my head to shout FUCK OFF out of the window and just about managed to catch it and mangle it into "for God's sake". I think I got away with that one...
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 8:44, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

My dad used to say 'Ffffff fiddlesticks' when he hit his hammer with a thumb

( broadsword, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 8:52, Reply)

My brother's one was always "Shhhhhh-ine a light"

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 8:54, Reply)

I called your dad a cunt when he hit my thumb with a hammer.

( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 8:55, Reply)

Or possibly it was his thumb he hit with a hammer, that would make more sense

( broadsword, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 8:55, Reply)

Haha
Didn't even notice that.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 8:56, Reply)