It happened.
My little boy, my angel, my darling child, dropped the F-bomb at school.
Absolutely mortified.
Family comment "Where did he get that from then?"
Not me. The phrase used is not one I use. Although to my shame, I do swear - way more than I ought to. I never used to. Tiredness and stress have led to diminished brain capacity and increased potty mouth.
But now that my darlings are firmly in the 'do as I do' base camp - enough is enough. There will be no more swearwords.
Instead, I shall use my writer brain to think of words I can use. So far I have:
Oh Biscuits
Son of a Nutcracker
Shoebag
Snails (a Jenni reference)
Fudge nuggets
Surely my kids won't get in trouble for that... will they?
Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.
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