I was doing dished. I know, in the day! Weird. Cleaning up after breakfast. I know, before lunch! Weird. When I watched Evan walk into the family room and accidently drop his toy.
Me: (In the Voice) What?
Evan looked around, feigning confusion. I walked into the family room, kneeled on one knee, and looked him in his eye.
Me: What. Did you say?
Evan: (in a meek voice) F-it.
Me: Why. Did you say that?
Evan: Because Daddy does.
I arched one eyebrow, stood up, took Evan in one hand, and marched to the closed office door. I knocked.
The Husband: (muffled and distracted) Yes?
Me: You better come out here and join me in a talk with Evan. He just used the F word and said it came from you.
I might have still been using the voice because I heard The Husband drop his earphone set and roll the chair as soon as I finished talking. He unlocked and opened the door, staring at us. His eyes read “I don’t know when he heard me say it.” But he wisely didn’t say the words because I just glared at him. Because I knew Evan got it from The Husband.
The Husband: Let’s talk.
I sat Evan down on the floor and joined him. The Husband followed suit, trying on his best I’m-an-angry-dad-don’t-push-my-buttons look.
Me: Evan. Do you know what that word means?
Me: If you don’t know what it means, why would you say it?
Evan: I don’t know.
Me: There are some words out there that aren’t good to use. They don’t work well. Often they make the person saying them look stupid. The word you used is one of those. You’re not allowed to say it.
Evan: But Daddy does!
The Husband opened his mouth to say something.
Me: I don’t care if Daddy says it. I’m not talking about Daddy. I’m talking about Evan. I only care if Evan says it. If you say it again, you’ll be going to time out.
The Husband: If you hear Daddy say it, you can put me into time out.
Me: Do you understand me?
Evan: Yes, Mommy.
Me: Now I want an apology and a kiss and a hug.
Evan: I’m sorry, Mommy.
He stood up to give me a kiss and a hug. He ran off to play with Sean.
Me: Do you think it’s time you watched your language?
The Husband: I haven’t said that in a while. I don’t even watch football games here just in case.
Me: You used it yesterday when you were yelling at one of the employees over the phone.
The Husband: You can hear that?
Me: Babe, back when we lived in the condo I could here you yelling all the way down the stairs, out the garage, and across the street at the trash bin. You only have a hollow door between you and us.
The Husband: So, I guess it’s time for me to watch my language.