Cussing Cussed Cussedness

Dammit. I’m driving down the road and my precious baby child is in his car seat in the back. He’s 4-ish. Round-faced. Big eyes. A smile that would melt the coldest heart. Sweet and loving. Angelic. And cussing. I say nothing and keep my eyes straight ahead. I don’t flinch. I try hard not to … Continue reading Cussing Cussed Cussedness