Yesterday while doing our shopping with Mathilde seated in the seat of the trolley, I stumped my toe. I proceeded to say 'OH shit' at the banging of the toe but mostly because of the chore that grocery shopping really is and the bang only added to the agony of it.
I made a dash for the check-out as the queue was literally non-existant.
While we stood in our line waiting, a little boy had started to cry and shout. Mathilde shouted at the top of her voice ' Oh shit, he's crying' and repeated this a good 3 times.
This is one of those famous times as a parent you just want to creep away and never have to show your face again.
I tried to get her to be quiet and told her that she must not say that, but as we all know the more we say no, the more they find it funny and the louder they shout it!!
I don't know. She had her naughty, cheeky little face and it was as if she could feel it made me so uneasy so of course, she continued.
'Oh shit, I want those sweets'
'Oh shit we have to get a taxi'
Finally, I coaxed her with a pain au chocolat and that silenced her little mouth, to one mamas relief!!
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