If you’re a devoted “A Christmas Story” watcher during the holiday season, you probably already know where I’m going with today’s confession. If you haven’t figured it out yet, let me give you a boost:
Just like Ralphie’s dad, when my kids push the envelope too far, I too can weave a pretty intricate tapestry of obscenity.
It’s not something I’m necessarily proud of, but DAMN IT, the words just have more punch when you wield a colorful metaphor. (They put it in a Star Trek movie, so it has to be true.)
Things weren’t much different when I was a kid. Dad could be counted on to string a few choice words together every Saturday afternoon when he’d listen to the Sooners play football. Mom spanked our butts when we REALLY crossed the line, but would brandish four letter words for minor infractions.
And if we copied their particular choice of words?
That’s the way things worked back then: Do as I say, not as I do.
So, there you have it, my most shameful mommy confession. What about you? Do you have any mommy (or daddy) confessions to get off your chest? You know what they say. Confession is good for
blackmail the soul.