Owen and Olivia are currently having an argument. Owen is telling Liv that "fucking is a bad word!" and Liv is counting with "Fucking is a NICE word!"

I can see both their points.

Parenting fail. My kitchen sounds like a Tarantino film.

I'm going out on a limb and guess that "Well, it all depends on the context" is going to cut it as a parental comment, is it?

I have to share this entry into parenting history: Casper, with the sign she made on her door to keep us out. Note the skulls. [link]

Awesome! To both of you!

My dad has a collection of sullen photos of me. It's funny.

Wow, flea! That look on her face is comically evil!

I have to wonder if I've failed at parenting somehow-- I've never been barred from either of my kids' rooms.

Although, for the first time, Nate requested I leave the examination room when the doc checked out the boy equipment.

Casper

Why am I suddenly standing in the middle of this cornfield?

The worst part is that Owen knows he's not supposed to say it. He's the one arguing for bad. Liv KNOWS it's not a proper word for them to use but keeps repeating, "FUCKING IS A NICE WORD."

This isn't a fight I can win. I know they've heard me say it. I know this is my fault, really. They don't call people assholes or douchebags or anything like that. She just happens to have latched on to this adjective usage and continues with it because she knows it drives me crazy. I feel bad for Owen. He's a strict rule fellow and it frustrates him that she blatantly flouts rules. It almost brings him to tears.

It's the center of the sign that makes it for me. "See this happy smiling pink girl full of love? Yeah. NO. YOU DO NOT GET THAT."

Casper, with the sign she made on her door to keep us out.

Greatest. Photo. Ever.

It's the center of the sign that makes it for me. "See this happy smiling pink girl full of love? Yeah. NO. YOU DO NOT GET THAT."

Oh yeah! I was going to comment on that, but I was too busy laughing at the Death Glare.