We are very lucky because Emmy hardly repeats swear words except for some reason she has taken a likely to the word dammit (she insists Mimi taught her, thanks Mom!). We went through a few week period where she would say it, even in public to get my attention. At first I reacted and then decided ignoring it was best option because all she really wanted was a rise out of me and she was usually successful.
Thankfully, she hadn't said it in a while so I had thought maybe she forgot about it. I guess I was wrong, because yesterday morning while she was busy picking out her clothes to get dressed for the day she looks at me, straight faced and said I can't find my purple socks that match my shirt so I just NEED to say dammit. Trying to hold back my laughter, I said, well maybe we could find another word instead to express your frustration and she said ok, I'll say "Come On Man!".
I have to admit I'm proud of her for knowing how to use it in the correct context, but even prouder that she was able to find an alternative all on her own. Makes a mother proud!
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