One for the memory books...
Koda's game started at two~it was HOT! Bailia decided to sit under a shade tree not far from the field. Around half time she came over and sat by us, then started complaining how hot it was.
I asked her why she didn't stay under the shade tree. She said because the lady sitting next to me keeps swearing at the phone saying really bad words, even the F word.
Do you know what the F word is?
She hesitated for a moment and said I don't know but she said @#*%, is that it?
She said THE word, and to top it off she said it like she was asking for a piece of candy that she didn't know if she could have!
Now, I myself have a mouth like a sailor. I REALLY need to work on it. I picked up my lovely habit when I worked on the maintenance crew for almost ten years. I was the only girl on the crew, enough said.
But I hate that word. Wait. That may be an understatement. I despise THAT word.
Then to hear my daughter say it? I about died, or maybe I did die, because when I snapped back into reality I was a totally different person. I took leaps and bounds out of my comfort zone and I marched over to the lady.
She was a middle aged, platinum hair, make-up like a clown, mini dress, five inch heels, smacking her gum, woman at a kids soccer game.
I said Excuse ma'am. I don't mean to be rude (why did I say this, she is the one who just taught my daughter the F word?!) , but I would like to ask you to watch your language, especially around children.
What are you talking about, she smacked.
My daughter was sitting right next to you, and she had to leave because your language was so upsetting!
She, of course, denied it, saying that she didn't say anything. But the look on her face told another story, like she had just been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar! No question, she was guilty.
I asked her nicely one more time to think about her language next time, and I turned and walked away. I was shaking like a leaf as I walked away, but I was also very proud that I actually stood up for my girl.
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