Which is why it isn't that surprising that the other day -- maybe a few weeks ago, now -- when we were getting ready to go home from my last 10K run in Loch Lomond, Lilah was in her carseat and I was starting the car, and behind me clear as day, she thumps her doll down three times while saying, "Fucksake! Fucksake! Fucksake!"
I turn around, trying to be nonchalant, and ask, "Who says that?"
Lilah says, "Daddy."
So I say, right, Daddy says that, but Lilah doesn't say that.
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yeah, that didn't work. not at all.
but in the interim, i can tell you that ignoring it doesn't make it stop. nor does asking her to say something else.
she can now use Fuck correctly in a sentence (generally just in frustration about something), or exclamation. so it has progressed. not digressed. or disintegrated. or been erased.
i don't want this to be here to stay. not now. not yet. i know i haven't got the cleanest language, but i try around lilah, and i would really like her to not say words like this just yet.
i mean, we're only hitting the 3 mark in September.
she also said "Shut up" the other day to Tia. now, this is not a word Steven or I ever, EVER use in the house. which means she's picking up things from her friends now, too.
oh my goddess how does one remedy a situation such as this?!?!?!?!!
HA HA! I hate to say I told you so; but this is fantastically funny. You know part of you wants to laugh everytime she says it. Her Uncle Max was laughing out loud in adoration.
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