Sunday Confessional

As I hear Zuul come close to making real words in between all that baby babble, I started to become a bit concerned with watching my own language and also have been contemplating making a baby/child friendly playlist, weeding out songs with explicit lyrics.

I was discussing this with Subversive Dad as we pulled into our street after a drive yesterday, only to find Ghost in our bedroom window, up on our bed to get there, and pulled off the blinds in order to improve her view. That's when the tirade of filthy language poured out of me, Zuul in my arms, absorbing every four letter word.

Today I realize, who the fuck am I kidding.