Me: That dude is totally gay. We're to believe he's hanging with Tori Spelling?
Roommate: He's beyond gay. But then, Tori Spelling is built like a guy. Or would be if she didn't have the fake boobies.
From a pile of blocks I hear "GAYYY!" and then a moment later "BOO-BIES!"
Aaaand it's here.
Wee 'Burb has begun to pick up on the words of others.
To say all of us have a potty mouth is rather like saying Kim Kardashian has a slightly large posterior.
Over dinner, we hatched a plan. We would come up with code words to mask our swearing.
What? We're supposed to give up swearing? Please!
So our system was naturally food-related. We determined the answer to our problem was: Mexican Food.
And now our dialogues go something like this:
Me: What the fajita is that quesadilla WEARING??
Roommate: I don't know, but her chimichangas are hanging out of that dress.
Scott: What the frijole are you talking about??
Wee 'Burb is none the wiser and right up until it's Taco Tuesday and daycare and we have some 'splainin to do, it's working for us.
How do you deal with the swearing around little kids? Are you able to just tone it down or do you use code words? My parents used Pig Latin!