I am coming to terms with the lost cause that is the complete eradication of rude words in our home.
(They're not totally inappropriate, just gross and annoying and meaningless. You know the type: poop, peepee, butt, butthead, etc. They roll off the tongue a little too easily.)
I'm making myself crazy with the constant badgering to eliminate vocabulary, and it really is fruitless. I have two boys. They have an innate love for these words, for what will later be called 'locker room humor.' I am sorely outnumbered.
So, here's the new rule: be respectful to ladies. There is primarily one girl in your life. She doesn't want to hear those words. If you must say them, then go outside or downstairs or in the bathroom or to the garage. But do not say them in the car, in my proximity, and most certainly not at my dinner table.
You are going to be gentlemen of respect, and I think we can start with this small request: don't make me listen to your garbage words. Save it for the locker room.
The policy is effective immediately and retroactive. I will not change my mind.
Take heed, young lads.