What the Bleep?

censoredRight now all my kid says is “da da da da da da.”

It’s great when she just says two — “da da” — because that makes me excited, but frankly, I don’t think she quite knows what she’s saying, or correlating that I am DaDa and she is referring to me.

The point is, she’s close to saying her first word, or set of words. Therefore, I’ve got to be a lot more careful.

Fact is, I curse a decent amount. It’s been an ongoing thing since I uttered my first “fuck” around 13. It’s such a beautiful word, used for so many different purposes. It’s pleasure and pain. Noun and adjective. Descriptive and vague. To emphasize a point (Fuck yes!) or de-emphasize a point (Fuck no!).

It’s like the Swiss Army Knife of words. And I use it as such.

I also do a pretty good job of censoring myself when necessary. At work, I rarely say fuck unless I’m in my own office and overly upset. And, even then it’s mostly under my breath. At the in-laws, I certainly try not to say it. As a freelance broadcaster, I have never said it (and hope to never say it) on air. And, unless I’m around a bunch of old sailors — which has never once happened — I try not to say it in any mixed company.

So when I get home, sometimes as I slide myself into a comfortable position on my comfortable couch in some comfortable clothes, I let my mouth get comfortable, too.

(Side note: it’s not like we’re just watching TV or something and I’ll unleash a truckload of fucks or a slew of shits. Could you imagine? Honey! Holy fucking shit! Look! QVC has got a fucking Ginsu knife that will cut through a bunch of shit! Gimme the fucking credit card! I’m buying this fucking shit! That doesn’t happen.)

But, sometimes a swear word will slip, like a fart at a dinner party. Once in awhile, it’s going to come out no matter how hard you try to keep it in.

Lately my wife has been reminding me to clean it up a notch. We don’t want our daughter’s first actual word to be “shitballs” or “douche-nozzle” or “asshat” or something similar.

But it brings up an interesting point: How much do you censor yourself around kids? Especially nine month olds, like we have?

I get that you no longer say aloud that you have to scratch your ass or take a shit or want to make a fucking sandwich. I get that. But how far does it go? A co-worker of mine recalled when her son first crossed the line. Told that someone was going to tinkle, the boy asked “Out of your penis?” I guess it’s better than asking “Out of your cock?”

How do I eventually tell my daughter to defecate in the toilet? Should I just treat it like a nature show and ask her to scat in the proper spot? (Seriously, how I use the term “poop” around her might either be defecate or scat. I’m not kidding.)

Still looking for his baseball.
Still looking for his baseball.

Those are things that are down the line and maybe I’ll be smarter as a father by then (probably not). Right now, I’m just worried that she’s going to think that one of our dog’s names is actually “Milo-fuck” when it’s often said “Milo! Fuck!” because the dog just doesn’t fucking listen.

Maybe the best way to clean it up is to just treat everything like I’m working as broadcaster. I’ll even put on the headphones and walk around the house like the handicapped brother in “There’s Something About Mary.” I’m just worried that I’d actually do the play-by-play like it’s a game. And, here’s my wife, walking across the room. She bends down … picks up my daughter … holds her high … AND KISSES HER! WOW! WHAT A MOMENT!

At least it’s better than describing it as “What a fucking moment!” and then having my kid repeat it.


  1. Sitting here fucking laughing thinking about that letter you wrote where each paragraph start spelled out fuck off. Jani and I still laugh about that one!!!

  2. @ Josh – If she raised and lowered her pitch, then yes, we could attribute it to ESPN. Right now, though, it’s just one tone of “da da da da”
    @ Laura – it’s always nice to be able to explore your hidden talents. haha!

  3. I don’t think you have to worry to much around a child so young. However, I suppose it would be good practice to be careful if that is your ultimate intention. I am not big on cursing myself. However, put me in front of a sporting event and I can get ugly.

  4. Haha! Yeah, it can be a problem. I wrote an article “Why I Don’t Really Give a Fuck if My Kids Curse.” Of course, I kind of do, but the point of the article is that they can say a lot worse things they can say. Curses are just words. I don’t understand why it’s better to say “fudge that ship” than to say “fuck that shit.” The message is the same. On the other hand, “stupid” and “hate” aren’t curse words, but they are words that immediately dismiss an idea or a person.

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