The other night Kevin, the kids, and I were traveling back from our dear friend Monika's home after a night of swimming, eating, and playing Qwirkle. It was late and the kids were tired. Emerson had requested the Sex Pistols and was listening and singing in the backseat. One of the songs uses the word dammit (I know the songs have words much worse than that but Kevin turns the volume down for those). I heard this and my 6-year-old sing right along with it. I got a little snippy and a small argument occurred between me and my honey. In short it was a typical fight where Kevin accused me of scolding him and I accused him of not taking the situation seriously enough. We weren't yelling - more trading barbs in low voices.
Then the moment...
Emerson piped up in the back seat and being the voice of reason (obviously) and emphatically stated "I am not going to say dammit at school."
Kevin and I cracked up and told our boy how much we loved and adored him.
Needless to say that fight was over.
~klv
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