Yesterday we had Thanksgiving over at the home of my mother-in-law and her new husband. Also in attendance were various family members we see on a regular basis, all of whom are conservative Christians who have not always approved of our lifestyle choices. David's pre-pubescent cousin actually wrinkled her nose at us one time when she saw us drinking beer. Apparently beer is the devil's distillate. See, we used to hide our drinking from the in-laws but our alcoholism has spiraled out of control these past few years and we just can't go anywhere without bringing our hooch. Yesterday, however, was a dry Thanksgiving since I managed to give up alcohol for the sake of the baby.
So with both parents sober we were looking like one happy, almost normal family. Until Jackson very loudly begins calling his uncle a "friggin' fucking" over and over again while I quickly, yet very calmly make my way over to him. Leaning over I quietly say,"Jackson, that's not something that's okay to say here." Because if I had left out the "here" portion he would have surely outed David and I as the foul-mouthed heathens that we truly are.
Later David asked me if Jackson actually knew which of the two words was actually the bad one. I really don't think so.
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