Where Do You Get a Swear Jar For a 5 Year Old?

At the risk of branding myself as a bad parent, I must report that Kid Four has taken to swearing like the proverbial drunken sailor. She’s been throwing around the g-d’s and the h-e-double hockey sticks like my crotchety old grandfather did when talking about the damned democrats. For those that did not have the pleasure of knowing this dyed-in-the-wool republican in his prime, that means she is cursing almost constantly.

Last night, for example, she was out riding her bike, and when I told her it was time to come in, she rolled her eyes and muttered “jeeezzuuuss” under her breath, with such perfect tempo and emphasis, that I was actually impressed for a moment. She’s already cursing better than the guy behind you at the checkout in the grocery store when you whip out your coupons.

Of course I would never tell her that, and I am definately not the proud papa. I do feel like I should continually correct her, and let her know that speaking in such a manner is unacceptable, and all that stuff; but inside, I am cracking the hell up.

I just wonder where she learns this shit.