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| Wednesday, January 24, 2007 |
| Little Miss Prim and Proper |
My younger daughter is starting to slightly freak me out. She's really quite a prude. If I say "hell" or "damn" she gets upset with me. Whereas e. is more likely to find a way to repeat what I said in such a way that she won't get in trouble for swearing, with a twinkle in her eye. But j. -- she gets all hot under the collar. "Mom! Why did you say a swear? You shouldn't say that!" I've tried to respond by explaining the difference between a minor swear, and a major swear. I have put shit, bitch and fuck into the major category, and hell and damn are in the minor category. I am certain she's heard me say all of them - from both categories - but only the minor ones on a regular basis.
We were watching football the other day, and there were several commercials for the show "How I Met Your Mother" wherein the characters (including a 12 year old boy) were talking about sex. j. squirmed and said, "they are weird, why are they talking about sex?"
She sometimes acts like the family policeman, telling us all what we should or should not do, can or cannot do. She dislikes television shows (which she's been exposed to at her father's house) that involve any violence or harm of any sort ("House" is her idea of the most horrible wretched terrible television show in the UNIVERSE) - including the commercials for said shows. Which are also on during football.
She's also taken up knitting.
So yesterday, we're sitting around, and I said damn (again), and she rolled her eyes and sighed at me, and I look over at her on the couch to see this 8 year old girl, with her legs tightly crossed, her lips pursed (at her MOTHER!) and her fingers working on her knitting. I felt like I was sitting in the room with my grandmother. And I don't even HAVE a grandmother!
She then started complaining about global warming. She was upset to know that some major effects are expected by the year 2050, and said, "oh, great, so then *I'll* have to deal with it!" Again with the pursed lips and knitting fingers and crossed legs.
My child is rebelling against me. I am truly concerned that I have some sort of Tipper Gore in the making. |
posted by Zuska @ 11:25 AM   |
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Hehe, no worries.
I remember when my mom converted to Buddhism, I went off the Catholic handle as it were. I mean clean off the edge. I was the biggest goodie two shoes below the Mason Dixon. But you know what, it turned out fine in the end.
The other side was that all my peers in youth ministry started doing drugs and I was stuck to my preppie morals. I think that was a good thing in the end. Either way, it didn't last. For more than a couple years ;)
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Perhaps grandparental influence?
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Hehe, no worries.
I remember when my mom converted to Buddhism, I went off the Catholic handle as it were. I mean clean off the edge. I was the biggest goodie two shoes below the Mason Dixon. But you know what, it turned out fine in the end.
The other side was that all my peers in youth ministry started doing drugs and I was stuck to my preppie morals. I think that was a good thing in the end. Either way, it didn't last. For more than a couple years ;)