A few weeks ago, as I was driving down the road after leaving my parents' house, a neighbor's dog ran right in front of the car. I hit the brakes and without thinking said "sh*t!" Except I didn't use an asterisk.
The dog made it across the road without injury, but both girls gasped at the sudden stop and each said "sh*t!" ... over and over and over again.
Normally, I ignore it when they pick up a foul word and just hope it is never repeated again. But they just kept saying it.
So, like any good Mom (sarcasm), I lied to them.
"Oh girls, hahaha, I said 'Shook' -- that's the name of the dog who ran into the road."
They both said "Ooooh, Shook." Clearly, they had just misunderstood me.
I wiped my brow and patted myself on the back. The sh*t crisis had been averted and I didn't have to worry about them yelling it in the middle of Wal-Mart.
But now every time we drive by that house with the dog, they both ask: "Where's Shook??"
I let the guilt sink in and reply with "Oh, he's probably sleeping!"