I swear too much.
I know this now that
my daughter is talking.
She’s like a parrot that follows
me around waiting to repeat
whatever comes out of my mouth.
She was building a tower with
her legos and singing to herself.
When it fell over, she said, “Oh Dammit!”
“Scout,” I said, “What did you just say?”
“Oh Dammit! Like you say Mama.”
Her pediatrician told me to ignore it
and to stop swearing around her.
I swear the most when I’m driving.
I learned this from my daughter
when we were stuck behind another
car trying to make a green light.
My husband said, “C’mon, move it!”
Then the parrot perched high on her
backseat throne chirped, “Move it fucker!”
I followed doctor’s orders and ignored it.
My husband looked at me then back at our daughter
and asked, “Well, who taught you to say that?”
Bursting with pride, she replied,