Which scenario is more pathetic?
I am upstairs getting dressed and I hear blood curdling screaming between the boys. I turn to go intervene only to be stopped in my tracks by J yelling at the top of his lungs “floot boor anataga!” and C yelling “STOP SWEARING AT ME!”. “I can if I want to, it’s my language” says J as C screams in frustration and stomps his foot. They begin a back and forth of “is not, is too” and then I am asked to be the judge – is J in fact swearing if the words are made up but the intent to swear is there?
The fact that I am watching all this unfold, a smile tugging at my lips thinking “Now that’s one for the blog”.