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My son curses. Loudly.
This is an acquired skill. He did not pop out screaming in foul words, just screaming. I was changing him earlier and flipped him over so I could tuck in his shirt and he let a few fly my way. I'm not sure exactly which of the forbidden four-letter expletives he shot at me, but it made me wish I could speak baby. So I could tell him, in the words of his Uncle Mike, "Curses make baby Jesus cry."
This is an acquired skill. He did not pop out screaming in foul words, just screaming. I was changing him earlier and flipped him over so I could tuck in his shirt and he let a few fly my way. I'm not sure exactly which of the forbidden four-letter expletives he shot at me, but it made me wish I could speak baby. So I could tell him, in the words of his Uncle Mike, "Curses make baby Jesus cry."