The, the new Duh

In our house we out­law words as often as we chan­ged our under­wear… almost every day.

The basics have been ban­ned. You know, “What the hell” and “Damn it”. Even “Shit,” and “Oh my God!” are out.

But DAMage…not out. As pas­sio­na­tely as BC tells me that it IS a bad word, I just don’t buy it. Yup, DAMage gets to stay.

Ya, we’re awful parents like that!

You know, the fact that our kids even know those phra­ses is a whole other topic that I pro­bably shouldn’t get into today.

Ahem. But I digress.

“Shut up” and “Stu­pid” are crowd favo­ri­tes here in the Bay Area.

But in our house? Yup. BANNED.

Poopyhead, Meany­PoopyHead, HeadyHeadyPoopyHead.

TOSSED like last night’s cookies.

A recent crowd favo­rite, “Goo­ber.” GONE.

“What the HELL??” You might ask.

I know! Goo­ber, of all words?

It was cute and all until BC got a timeout at the gym for shou­ting , “You’re such a goo­ber!!” at a sweet little girl, promptly hur­ting her feelings.

OUT.

But the word that’s crept into our family’s mains­tream voca­bu­lary as quickly as my kids’ nails grow is DUH.

It was funny, like twice, which is pre­ci­sely the rea­son that per­sis­tent little bug­ger has stuck around so long.

It’s always a soli­di­fier when Mommy laughs her head off at her dar­ling kids’ inap­pro­priate behavior.

I’m not saying I DID that…but if I were to have been such a STUPID mommy, it might explain why my kids are so attached THAT word.

Hypothe­ti­cal, of course.

Ahem.

Any­way, DUH is GONE. OUT. BYE BYE. Never to be heard from again.

…Until one day when I asked BC to put something on the sink.

“I already did that Mommy!! THE

Excuse me??

THE??

As in DUH??

You gotta be kid­ding me!!??

So now I’m con­si­de­ring dum­ping one more word from our every­day life.

The.

But how can I get by without my the? It’s a handy stand by when I’m trying talk about THE situa­tion at hand. Or when THE play­room is a mess and when I’ve asked my kids to clean it for THE eigh­teenth time.

X-ing out THE can really F*CK things up around here.

Wait. No, scratch that last sen­tence. F*UCK is auto­ma­ti­cally pla­ced on the BANNED list of family life.

But you already knew that, didn’t you.…THE!!

4 Comments »

  1. Michelle said,

    June 25, 2008 @ 9:27 pm

    Totally cracks me up. All those words… ban­ned at my house too. You are not alone. Though in my house… “O! KAY! MOMMY” is also ban­ned. It’s all in the tone… and man, some­ti­mes I just see myself saying it as it’s coming out of his mouth. Boy am I a dumb mommy!

    Michelle’s last blog post..Was I just com­pli­men­ted or dissed?

  2. Momma Zookeeper said,

    June 26, 2008 @ 9:42 pm

    So funny! At lunch yes­ter­day, Kat res­pon­ded to something I said with, “Mommy, you’re a smart ass!” So we too had to re visit the ban­ned list. It’s always flip­pin something! :-)

    Momma Zookeeper’s last blog post..recyc­ling was only the gate­way drug

  3. Uncle Mike said,

    June 27, 2008 @ 11:32 am

    Lis­ten young lady, don’t even think those words let alone type them on you web­site. I might have to come over and rein­doc­tri­nate you. Uncle Mike

  4. bananas said,

    July 6, 2008 @ 6:24 pm

    Hila­rious.
    And slightly terrif­ying. I fear the time outs I’d receive if you ever came to my house!

    bananas’s last blog post..Some very impor­tant moral and social issues brought to you by WALL-E

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