Warning. The following post contains hordes of crude and foul language. Proceed at your peril.
I heard a shout from behind me in the park where I was pushing my grumpy two-year-old in a pram. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, even though I knew I shouldn't really. Poor fatty, whoever it was, being called out in the park like that.
The voice yelled, a little more belligerently this time.
I let my chuckles subside to a milder chuffling at the ribbing this poor fat person was getting and pushed my pram a bit faster. All this shouting wasn't going to help a certain Little Boom go to sleep.
OI! FATSO! YOU... THE ONE WI' THE PRAM!?!
The one with the pram??
Surely, I mean surely they weren't shouting at me? There must have been some other Daddy figure in the park pushing a pram as well as a few extra pounds?
Tentatively, I turned around to see who they were shouting at.
There were two neds standing about fifty feet away sniggering and looking directly at me.
Well, this was odd. They were looking at me as if I was Fatty.
Maybe they both had lazy eyes and were trying to look at someone to my side?
The taller one who looked to be in his mid-teens lifted up a velour clad arm and pointed it to my side where a ball had rolled to a halt.
Gonna kick us that baw?
baw of course meaning ball in the fine street vernacular of Glasgow.
He smirked as if he loved balls and I was going to lower a pair gently into his mouth.
I narrowed my eyes. Pass him his ball? But, didn't he just call me Fatty?
I decided a simple enquiry was in order to ascertain the facts of the matter. I was probably mistaken. Yes, that would be it. I was obviously mistaken.
It's a good job I had my little two-year-old son awake in the pram with me, otherwise, I might have been tempted to shout some terribly sweary words at the pair of pricks who obviously thought they were a 21 century Laurel and Hardy.
I was better than that though. Wasn't I?
Who the FUCK are you talkin to, ya manky wee fucking CUNT?!
I bellowed reasonably of the pair of scallywags before me.
Try as I might I have always struggled greatly to escape my upbringing, much to the Good Lady's despair at times.
Who you callin a cunt ya prick?
Yelled the smaller of the two smeggy wee bastards.
I had thought, possibly to my error that it was quite obvious who I was calling a cunt. I thought I would elucidate.
You! Am callin you a cunt ya fucking dirty cunty wee bastart?!
I declared eloquently.
Just geez the fuckin baw ya prick?
Shouted the tall one.
I had already assessed that with or without the pram and by now wailing toddler that I could ahem, easily kill the bastards. I sought to advise them of both this and their cuntery.
You can ram the baw right up your arse ya wee fucking cunty bastard!?
I yodelled wisely.
I decided at this point it was best to walk on. Nothing was to be gained shouting like a madman at teenagers in the park. Besides which, none of this was helping the little boom go to sleep.
The two chaps behind me stayed silent after half-heartedly throwing a few more foul insults and before I knew it, they were out of sight.
I thought to myself. It looks like things are going to be just fine. I wondered if the Little Boom had fallen asleep and peered over the hood of the pram to check.
He wasn't asleep. In fact, he was wide awake. It must have been all the shouting.
I felt a momentary pang of guilt for all the shouty swearing. The Good Lady would not be happy if she found out about that.
My pang of guilt morphed into a shudder of dread. I shook it off, there was nothing wrong with standing up for yourself surely?
The Little Boom gave me a smile as if to agree with my bold assessment. Then he spoke.
He declared gleefully.
I froze for the second time that afternoon.
No... He didn't just say the C word in his own cute and inimitable fashion? I looked down at him.
He yelled pointing where the young dudes had been.
Oh, oh... I'm doomed.
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haha I love it, our kids never miss a beat, That is just class. With so much passion in your voice he knows it's a good word, he won't be letting that one go for a while I imagine.
Thanks once again for cheering me up with your fine writing xx
Hehe, yeah, the emphasis on it really seems to have worked. It's amazing how he remembers that and precious little else we try to get him to remember, lol!!
When you see the Good Lady, let her know you had a fabulous walk.
Let her know you were talking to a stranger about his recent heart shunt when he offered you a piece of bunt cake . Coincidentally, you watched a cat hunt a blunt mouse which let out a grunt when the cats stunt succeeded.
Say this clearly in front of the little boom as soon as you walk in the door.
I think that plan has got legs!!!! :0D
It might be wise to start talking about the Canuck named Chuck in the truck who had a puck and for a buck, he would cluck like a duck. If you are successful, she will correct you that a duck quacks. (Distract, Deflect, Deny)
Hahahaha, I think if I over egg it he will just stay6 cussing like an out and out sailor!!
Lmfao.. reminds me of the time I taught my friends kid to flip people off.. !BEER
Ahahaha. I taught my first kid to flip off drivers once upon a time. I also taught her how to sign stupid biatch at the immigration officers whenever we would cross the border.
Ahhhhh, to be a young parent.
Now I don't even let myself yell or nag at my kids SMH.
Hehe, I nearly did that but held myself back!
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BEERfor you. Enjoy it!
I remember the first time I was called ma'am.
Tsk tsk, it's outrageous!!!
Someone called me mister the other day, I was most narked!!
It's why I'm here!
A proud moment I think, first words taught by Dad in the park :)
Hehe, I did feel strangely, guiltily proud that he might have learnt such tosh from me!!
Trying to think of another word he could be trying to say ending in 'unt', but have failed so far!
I winged it into being want hehe! Sometimes I amaze myself!
Of course, once he starts pronouncing 'C's I am fucked. Lol!
Americans suck baws at swearing compared to you alls. My hat is off to you sir. The little boom is in good hands.
We do like a good swear in Scotland. My dad actually couldn't say a sentence without swearing. He tried and just couldn't. Some of his sentences didn't have anything but swear words, it was kinda impressive at times!
Ooooops - they are like little sponges at that age. The teenagers these days are horrific - no respect. I say thank you every day that I do not have to face them in class anymore - little entitled brats most of them..... I may end up in jail for hurting one of them.
It is because we sit with problem parents - not giving the kids any responsibilities and sorting out all their stuff and raising them as thought they have done something to get the newest car or most expensive stuff. Luckily there are still a few good ones left that is raised the right way/
I dread to think that l what they are like compared to back in the day. There are so few constraints on them these days!!