The new SBOTW is none other than....ME.
Because of my potty mouth, my child at the tender age of ONE has learned to swear. (Kinda.) Granted, she doesn't realize what the "F" word means. But she does know how to say it now. I can't tell you how proud of myself this makes me.
Furthermore, Daycare...Well, suffice to say they're not exactly in approval of my STERLING parenting skills. Hahaha I am teh klassee, no? No.
My mother and my Father aren't too proud of me either. In my (weak) defense, my swearing is genetic. My Father swears, my Mother can swear but the Grand Poo-Bah of swearing? None other than Grandma B. That woman can SWEAR. Creatively, no less. She taught H1 and I at a very early age. Some families pass on heirlooms, pictures, or recipes as part of their legacy. My family passes on filthy mouths.
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