I love this no end....I remember this happening with this when my son was small (he's in his 30s now). We had a few discussions about words and their appropriateness - words that might be not a big deal at home would upset his grandmother....and so maybe it's better to not say them at all to avoid a slip up, etc...
At one point (he was older than your girls) we were driving in the car - aren't all the most involved talks car-talks? - and he wanted me to tell him all the bad words I knew. Oh good grief. So I did, complete with definitions if need be and explanation why some I found especially unpleasant and didn't want to ever hear from him. Trying to sound as no-big-deal as possible, to not arouse that interest that kids get in the shocking of adults.
And it helped cement the notion that he could ask me anything that was on his mind, which was a good thing.
At age 5, my daughter said, G--D---It! In my medical training in the 1980s, women had to fit in with the men, so I had cursed like a sailor. I realized that she had probably heard it from me when I accidentally uttered it in frustration. Rather than calling her out, it made me realize that I had to stop cursing. She never cursed again!
I love this no end....I remember this happening with this when my son was small (he's in his 30s now). We had a few discussions about words and their appropriateness - words that might be not a big deal at home would upset his grandmother....and so maybe it's better to not say them at all to avoid a slip up, etc...
At one point (he was older than your girls) we were driving in the car - aren't all the most involved talks car-talks? - and he wanted me to tell him all the bad words I knew. Oh good grief. So I did, complete with definitions if need be and explanation why some I found especially unpleasant and didn't want to ever hear from him. Trying to sound as no-big-deal as possible, to not arouse that interest that kids get in the shocking of adults.
And it helped cement the notion that he could ask me anything that was on his mind, which was a good thing.
At age 5, my daughter said, G--D---It! In my medical training in the 1980s, women had to fit in with the men, so I had cursed like a sailor. I realized that she had probably heard it from me when I accidentally uttered it in frustration. Rather than calling her out, it made me realize that I had to stop cursing. She never cursed again!