It's not the worst thing you can do to your kid, but it does make me wonder if I really am fit to be a mother.
Out of sheer necessity, Betty and I found ourselves back at Babies R Us. While we were there, Maude called me on Skype, and while it's fantastic as a free/cheap service, you are at the mercy of the Internet.
Which isn't great in Amsterdam. Maybe because so many of those wires are underwater? Or however it works?
But anyway, our time difference is such that we don't talk very often, and we were way overdue for a catch up. So every time it cut off, she'd call back.
There I was, on my fifth call with her in 15 minutes.
Betty had wandered off to a different section, and I was meandering through the clothes.
I cannot even tell you what we were talking about, but I know for a fact that I used a good deal of profanity, and specifically the word "asshole" quite a number of times.
At some point Maude laughed and said, "It such a good thing you're not here. Benjamin has started repeating everything we say."
At which point I looked around, and realized that there were children of some age or another all over the place.
Which of course elicited a panicked, "Fuck, Maude! There are kids here! Lots of kids! Fuck! Oops. Crap!"
This will garner some not-great looks from mothers. Not exactly like the raisin-in-the-anus comment, but along those lines.