I follow a blog that has a writer’s workshop every week. I have never participated but have read posts of those who have. Every week she lists 5 prompts. You are to pick one and start writing. Well today one of those prompts caught my attention and I had to do it.
“What might come from the mouths of babes? Write a humorous piece of fiction where a baby’s first word is a little surprising.” Now my story is actually not going to be fiction. I don’t need fiction. I have reality. So read on for the story of MY first words.
It was winter. That is about all I know as when my mom tells the story I am wearing a snow suit. We had just gotten back from doing groceries. While my mom lugged the groceries up the stairs in one hand, she carried me by the back of my snow suit in her other hand. She got to the top of the stairs and leaned me in the corner facing the wall while she unlocked the door. As she is unlocking the door she hears a small voice saying over and over again “F*** You, F*** you, F*** you”. She looks around to see where it is coming from and there I am poking the wall with my little finger saying these words.
Yes ladies and gentlemen this is the great story my mom loves to share about some of my first words. Then she wonders why I now battle with my potty mouth on a daily basis to not swear in front my child.