THERE’S nothing worse than a potty mouth who isn’t even potty trained yet! One of my biggest fears is one of Erin’s first proper words being some sort of expletive.
In living memory, I don’t think I have ever really heard my parents swear. I certainly heard nothing of the sort in the Pilling household as a child, and even my Grandad (who I’m sure wasn’t a stranger to the occasional foul mouthed slur) never uttered anything in front of me.
However, rather embarrassingly for my parents, despite a wide range of ‘flippings, sugars, bums, prats and blimeys’, their little angelic wonderment (me) did once reveal a completely different side at the age of six-years-old.
My Grandma and Grandpa (my dad’s parents) had come over to see us - let us bear in mind for context that my Grandpa was the local minister for the Baptist Church, and my Grandma was a retired primary school teacher.
As had happened undoubtedly a number of times before, my sister and I decided to put on a short play for their amusement. Katy, being 18 months younger than me, was a reasonable actress, but not quite as conscientious as her big sister, and occasionally missed her cue to appear ‘stage right’.
On this particular occasion, infuriated at her insolence, and worried the plot and storyline would soon be lost, I uttered the words: “Where is the fucking fairy??”. Cue the sharp intake of breath from the front row!
Someone pass my Mum a glass of water and fan her with the Radio Times!
It does make me laugh thinking about it..but I have to pray to God that doesn’t happen to us - then again, there’s no way Mark will let Erin do any kind of play is there?!
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