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Originally Posted by honeychile
When I was about 3-4, I found some individually wrapped "balloons" in my daddy's nightstand. My parents were less than amused that I blew a bunch up and showed them to the neighbors, but I was already at an age where a "Don't you EVER!" worked.
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Oh LOL.
I always had a very sophisticated vocabulary, but I knew that my parents used these words I didn't know when they got angry on the road. So I'm on the swings, minding my own business, and I decide to try saying some of them. Of course, little MW didn't know exactly how to pronounce these words:
"Got Dammit!" "Shid!" "Crap!" (that's hard to mess up)
I definitely got a lecture on swear words after that.
My sister also did the "words that rhyme with duck" thing. We were at my grandpa's house! Awkward one. And I had that kind of incident in school. One of my classmates was referring to the f-bomb, but I thought he said, "funk," so I said that I said it all the time and it wasn't a bad word. This ended badly.