My father never swore either. Once in a great while he would mutter "son of a gun" under his breath. OMG. That was pretty profane. But then came Watergate and when he watched the hearings he would quietly whisper "that son of a b*tch". I heard that, Dad! No telling what he would be screaming these days but I think his kids would be cheer…
My father never swore either. Once in a great while he would mutter "son of a gun" under his breath. OMG. That was pretty profane. But then came Watergate and when he watched the hearings he would quietly whisper "that son of a b*tch". I heard that, Dad! No telling what he would be screaming these days but I think his kids would be cheering him on. Sharon, we feel your pain. Think of it as expanding your vocabulary.
My sister was maybe 17 when she said fu@k in front of my mother and got her mouth slapped. My mother never hit us, really never disciplined us. I have always been able to let out a massive stream of swearing but never found the need to when I could use better words.
My father never swore either. Once in a great while he would mutter "son of a gun" under his breath. OMG. That was pretty profane. But then came Watergate and when he watched the hearings he would quietly whisper "that son of a b*tch". I heard that, Dad! No telling what he would be screaming these days but I think his kids would be cheering him on. Sharon, we feel your pain. Think of it as expanding your vocabulary.
My sister was maybe 17 when she said fu@k in front of my mother and got her mouth slapped. My mother never hit us, really never disciplined us. I have always been able to let out a massive stream of swearing but never found the need to when I could use better words.