Efforts to make me the kind of person you could safely introduce to polite society continue apace. When I say anything
untoward, the Princess says “don’t say (insert appropriate swear word)
Mummy”. She seems to recognise the words
from the tone in which I say them and usually sheÂ’s right though the other day
she said “don’t say believe me Mummy” and I was able to reassure her that that
was entirely kosher. At breakfast with
her grandparents, while they were visiting, I was foolish enough to say “shag
it”.
“Don’t say shag it Mummy”
“What else can’t Mummy say?” asked an agent
provocateur and to my absolute horror my daughter proceeded as follows:
DonÂ’t say damn it Mummy
DonÂ’t say fuck it Mummy
DonÂ’t say feck it Mummy
DonÂ’t say God Almighty Mummy
DonÂ’t say Sweet Jesus Mummy
And was only shut up by being bundled from the
table by her mortified mother.
on 04 November 2005 at 09:56
Sweetie(s) given
on 04 November 2005 at 12:34
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Friar Tuck
on 04 November 2005 at 18:37
on 04 November 2005 at 19:33
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on 05 November 2005 at 07:55
Cue various adults purple-faced and weeping trying to stifle their mirth and my sister silently mouthing other obscenities at her partner – the guilty party.
Sweetie(s) given
on 05 November 2005 at 12:00
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ladyjane
on 05 November 2005 at 15:49
on 07 November 2005 at 10:46
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on 07 November 2005 at 14:45
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