Word of the day: Buck

A few weeks ago, I decided that I should stop swearing. For the sake of the kids, of course. So I looked at myself in the mirror and tried self-hypnosis to quickly quit a bad habit:

"I will never ever swear again.... I will never ever swear again...."

Today Tonton scraped his arm while going down the giant slide at the Canberra Floriade. Upon coming home, I took out an alcohol wipe for him, dabbing at his raw chaffed skin. The alcohol stank a bit, and he started jumping up and down yelling, "Nooooo! It hurts! No! No! F#ck! F#ck! No! F#ck! It really hurts!"

Men! Why are they such wimps when it comes to pain? "Stop making a big show of it in front of the kids. If they see you like this, they won't let me treat them next time." So I ushered Tonton into the kitchen immediately and continued to coax him into submission.

By the time we come out of the kitchen, we had to pretend that there was no drama. But EggEgg was already laughing, "Nana! Buck! Buck! Buck!" I hope EggEgg forgets this word by the time he wakes up tomorrow.