Time to tell my annual Christmas story of how I taught my daughter to swear just as she was learning to talk.
It was December 24th and I decided to bring my daughter along for some last minute Christmas shopping for Mommy. So we zipped up to the Brea Mall and in the parking lot I was at a 4 way stop and about four cars in a row blew through it and I couldn't move, so I muttered under my breath, "The fuck is going on here?"
And then my daughter I think she was about 18 months or so at the time yaps back to me, "The fuck is going on, Daddy! The fuck is going on!"
And absolute horror set in on me and if you ever seen that scene in Meet the Fockers with the little kid saying Asshole, that was spot on to what I went through.
So I gaslighted my daughter. I turned around and said no sweetie I think you misheard me, I said that truck is going wrong there. And she said "Oh," and giggled, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Then when we pulled into the driveway I turned around, put my finger to my lips and said "Shhhh, let's not tell mommy what we got her for Christmas, okay?" And she excitedly agreed.
So we went inside and greeted my wife, told her we got her a nice gift. And then my daughter perked up and said, "Guess what Daddy got you?" And my wife gave her an advising look and said now sweetie it's supposed to be a surprise...
And then what followed, I can only describe as the most obvious display at failed self control, because my daughter covered her mouth with both hands... got out of her chair and climbed under the table still covering her mouth, and then she just couldnd contain it anymore as she took her hand off her own mouth and shouted, "Daddy got you a car cover!!!"
Hope this helps feed your Christmas spirit, folks. Make it a great day!