Bad Words..

Yesterday, in a moment of frustration I let slip an “oh bollocks” in front of Small Child. A few moments later she said “Oh mummy, there are so many bad words in the world aren’t there?”  and then sighed aloud.  The sympathy that child is capable of at so small a size is truly impressive.  At the sink, under my breath, once I’d had a moment to think I replied “…and I know every fucking one of ‘em…”  Clearly I have not lost all ability to connect with my own ‘small child’ within, but  I don’t go there often – she’s such a bitch!