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My youngest son is 4 and swears like a sailor. He picks up the words from his dad, pappy and uncles while they’re working on farm equipment. The other day the cashier commented on his John Deere hat and my son called him a fucking bastard.
I pretended to be his aunt.
When I was pregnant, people used to touch my belly and ask when I was due. At first I answered nicely, but then I got tired of it and started saying, ‘Damn it, I’m not pregnant. My boyfriend told me I looked good this morning!’