darn

I miss cursing. I wasn't exactly a potty-mouthed trucker (no offense to any clean-mouthed truckers out there), but I wasn't afraid to use more colorful words to describe my feelings. But yes, even with two impressionable children, I still rattle off some good ones occasionally.

But here's the price I pay:

I'm dropping Emmy off at school (a Presbyterian school none the less) and right at the entrance door threshold she says "Mom, why do we say 'damn'?" Oops. I just said, "that's a grown-up word" and thanked my lucky stars that she chose that word to ask about and said a quick prayer that the next word she uses will be said in the privacy of our home.