Suzi, now you have to pull out the standard "Yes, you can say what you'd like, but I can ask you not to say certain words around me." That should take care of any f-bombs being dropped when you're around to hear.
(One of my favorite memories of watching my sister and mom butt heads throughout her adolescence was the time the two of them were face-to-face, screaming at each other. My sister started sputtering something, and then blurted, "I'll tell Dad!" [The 'rents had divorced several years earlier.] Mom replied with "Go ahead!" and then the argument eventually petered out. I asked Sis afterwards what was up with that Dad comment, because we never dragged him into Mom issues, and she said, "It was either that, or 'Fuck you!', so I went with the one that wouldn't get my face slapped." Recently, I mentioned that argument to both of them, and neither of them remembered it amongst all the other arguments they had at that time, but Mom agreed that that phrase would definitely have resulted in a slap, something she never did.)
I don't think I've ever cussed in front of my parents....
My older brother scolded me once for yelling "FUCK" in front of my parents. Like a few months ago. I try not to curse too much in the family or at work but their stereo was being really fucking irritating!
"I'm an adult now, I can choose my own words, thank you very much."
This made me laugh. And I thought, "My mother would then have told me 'adults pay for gas, too'" and handed me a bill. (Yes, she is the kind of person who would have prepared a bill for the occasion for the "gotcha!" moment. I get my mad planning skillz from her. And my evil.)
"I'm an adult now, I can choose my own words, thank you very much."
Hah! She must have been waiting to do that for years.
I've only stopped swearing in front of my parents since D's been born, since I'm trying to get out of the habit of swearing in front of the baby. Ironic, eh?
"I'm an adult now, I can choose my own words, thank you very much."
::loves on K-Bug madly::
::also loves on Suzi. and tries to glare at K-Bug::
I have the mouth of a sailor. Worse than that sometimes, so I don't have a solid place to stand when it comes to curse words...but I have tried to tell both kids that if that is ALL you have in your vocabulary, you will be judged by the words you use.
Time and place, time and place, people.
I have chaparoned enough kids to concerts and they try to hard to be good with their language around me. I have had to say that at a concert, I turn a deaf ear to what they say - I'm just listening to the music.
I don't think I've ever cussed in front of my parents....
I do it all the time, now.
At times at them, as well.
It's unfortunate, but all of my kids learned their swear words from me. Usually in the car.
Which necessitated a quick conversation about which words are for grownups, and which words even grownups shouldn't *really* say.
I try not to drop the F-bomb with my mom, but it doesn't always work.
I don't think there's any words I don't use around my parents. Although my mum hates the word 'bollocks'.
