Peed myself laughing

I just have to share. I came across this blog via my fav. Catherine Newman's writing. A post called
And the Awards Go To... Oh my. I was laughing so hard the tears were running down my face. Bad parenting at it's finest.

Shall we get into how my dear {nearly 5 yr old} was playing a game on Noggin online the other day and from no where I hear, "oh, it's those damned eggs!" I ask her what she said, and she repeats it! I'm trying SO hard to not laugh. She defends herself "well, they are damned eggs".

Which is worse... that she said it, or that I could not control myself and ended up doubled over in laughter... She is my kid.

Apparently, at the lovely young age of 3-ish, I had an intense fear/loathing of dogs. {still not crazy about the, except for my dear moose-butt labs} The neighbor's dog came over and jumped on me. My mother told me to push it away with my knee. Didn't work. So, out of my sweet toddler mouth came "Damned fucking dog." So I know. I am prepared. I try very hard not to swear in front of the kids - NEVER the f-bomb {or as C calls it 'the mother of them all' from Christmas Story}. Guess damn or dammit is big for me. Ah well. I felt better when I found out that the sweet, similarly-aged daughter of the dance teacher called someone a "dumb ass" the other day.