I have never been a swearer.
Sometimes I wonder why four letter words don’t roll of my tongue easily.
I’m one of those people who sounds sort of strange when I swear and on the rare occasion that I do?
I get an oh-my-God-the-world-is-falling look from my husband so I usually just avoid it all together.
So after much self-analysis and a visit from my mother, I finally discovered why I am a non-swearer…
As my three year-old flew past her during her most recent visit she cringed, “Parker!” in that he-did-something-wrong mom-tone.
I had my time out stance ready as I asked what he did this time and she said…
“He did a P-O-O-T-” and at that moment I got it. It was all coming together before she even added the “E-R.”
Growing up we were not allowed to swear (totally acceptable household rule in my book) but we were also not allowed to say a million other words. One I distinctly remember and feel like I must wash my hands for even typing?
This four letter word was just as bad as the other f word (see? I still can’t say it) so my mom gave us a friendly substitute.
We were to say “pooter.”
The most friendly word for a bodily function I have ever heard.
And this is how my non-swearing life began. I was brought up saying “pooter” and “gosh” and “shush up” (shut up=not permitted either) and calling for Lassie.
Actually I was calling for Tippy and then Scamper and then we weren’t allowed to get another dog because they always ran away.
But I might as well have been calling for Lassie… I’m sure Timmy couldn’t say fart either.
What kinds of things were you not allowed to say or do growing up that made you feel like you were the only one with that rule?
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