i'm a soccer mommy with 2 older daughters who have quite an influence on their younger sister, Reese. stay tuned for more embarassing things they teach her to say in public.
“Reese, don’t say that at the pool!”
As my daughters are with me enjoying their time at the pool, they are also trying to convince their “baby” sister to go on the slides, or diving board. So as my middle daughter asks her, “Reese, do you want to go on the slide?”, Reese replies “No thank you”. So my middle daughter replies, “Well, then I am going on the slide now without you…..”, and of course Reese then replies, “Well, go then, bitch!!!!”.
OMG, she starts pre-k in 2 days! I have no idea what that poor teacher will be in for! I am truly scared about what will come out of my daughter’s mouth at school! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
“Reese, don’t say that in public!!!!”
So, I am a stay at home soccer mom, with a 15 year old girl, 12 year old, and last but not least, a 4 year old by the name of Reese. She has the luxury of watching not just her Nick Jr. shows, but her sisters’ shows (not the best idea with her wonderful memory of bad words).
Over the past few days she has said some rather interesting things at the public pool, at the grocery stores, and anywhere else that is not in the privacy of our own home.
At the pool, we have witnessed her running from her oldest sister with “see ya, sucker!”, telling her sister in the sweetest voice “come here you little bitch”, and my favorite……. when she saw a storm cloud outside Wal Mart, she yelled “Mom, the Shit is coming!!!” I have had enough ugly looks to last a lifetime, and as embarrased as I can get, I think there are far worse things she could be doing or saying.
So to all you parents who seem to think you are better than anyone and are just dumbfounded by Reese’s words, don’t go in public!!!
I cannot punish her for quoting things, and remembering things like when hail was pounding our car with us inside and I kept saying “sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,” (hence, her relation of a storm with the word sh*t). I was scared that we were going to get hurt! The hail was getting to be the size of golfballs.
I can only ask her to not say those things again without bringing too much attention to it. I try my best. I suppose laughing at her is not helping, but I truly try to make her stop.
