I hate the feeling of wanting to crawl under the carpet when I hear the kids repeating some less-than-savory phrase of ours.

For instance, the kids are playing house. Dewey is the dad and the girls are the kids. He’s pretending to be getting them ready for dinner, something Eddie has been doing a lot of since I went back to school.
I was sitting here eavesdropping and thinking how cute it was that they were mimicking responsible things when I overheard one of the girls say, “I want orange juice. WHERE is the orange juice?”
In true parent fashion Dewey quipped back, “For the hundredth time, we are having KOOLAID, so suck it up.”

I quit listening right about then. I’d prefer to be oblivious to the facts that not only do my kids actually listen to what we say, they also repeat it. They even have that tone down pat.