WTH Wednesday, aka True Story Tuesday - Ugly Words

DISCLAIMER:  Apparently I'm a big doofus when it comes to scheduling things to post because this one never did yesterday.  I just came to the conclusion that perhaps there was something wrong and I didn't actually schedule the dadgum thing right and it wasn't that no one had one thing to say about my latest contribution to TST.  OK note to self:  next time instead of wondering why no one likes you or your writing, verify the flippin' thing even posted!  And with that being said, here is what I INTENDED to share with you yesterday...Tuesday.  You know, like the title implies. 

Once again, Rachel & Mr. Daddy over at Once Upon A Miracle are hosting "True Story Tuesday". You'll find some mighty funny, sweet and sometimes unbelievable stories linked up with them. So what you need to do, if you haven't before, is grab the little mclinky thingamabob and throw your story into the mix. You'll enjoy the stories and will get a little more traffic in your own blog neighborhood. And with that said, let's dive right in to today's installment...

When my daughter was two-years old she went to the most darling daycare that just oozed preciousness. It was called The Bunny Stop for gravy's sake! Now as a good Southern mama I knew that I just had to teach little Katie Scarlett that when someone asked you a question you never, never, never answered it with "Uh huh" or "Uh Uh". So one day when picking up the little Princess I told her, "Katiebug, I want you just this one time to tell Miss Raquel the ugly words so if she hears you say them, she can help you remember to use pretty words." So Miss Raquel got down eye-level with this darling little two-year old and said, "Ok, Miss Katie -- just this one time tell me the ugly words, OK?"  That little girl all color-coordinated with her Oshkosh B'gosh overalls, matching Keds and bow in her hair looked at me and then with all seriousness, says "Shit" (quite loudly I might add) which, if truth be told on this True Story Tuesday, is what I just about did. Miss Raquel fell backwards laughing and could not stop. I just kept saying over and over, "No...you're supposed to say Yes Ma'am...not uh huh!" She was still laying there laughing as we left. 

Ok, flash forward 3 years. Her daddy, aka The Presumed Father, & I had just gone through what had to be one of the messiest, meanest divorces since Lucy & Desi. Things had finally begun to calm down so I loaded up the Princess and we headed to Galveston for the weekend. Now Daddy made sure his girls could take care of their car if they had too, so  I checked the oil, the air in the tires and had even had my little Honda detailed.  Now let me tell you, at this point in my economic life that was a major splurge. We drove to Galveston, rode the ferry over and did a little walking on The Strand.   At some point during the day, Princess decided she wanted a Frosty at Wendy's and I of course obliged, also ordering myself a large drink also. Cup-holders apparently had not been standard in my 91 Honda so I would put my drink between the seats. This time I guess I didn't get it in there just right so when I turned the corner the whole thing went flying to the floor! And y'all guess which "lovely" word came flying out of my mouth...yep, Mommy dropped an F bomb. I told Princess that Mommy was sorry and that you should never say that word, that it was a very, very bad word. This sweet little punkin looked at me and said, "Mommy -- when you do or say sumthin' bad if you do sumthin' good, it makes God happy." I smiled and told her that was a very good thing to remember. Then she said, "You probably should do two or three for that one." Nothing like a 5-year old conscious let me tell you.  


The Princess, Katie Scarlett, is now almost 22 and just about the coolest kid I've ever met - even with all my parenting mistakes.