Swearing wasn’t just taboo in my home, it was also a great money-making opportunity! I’ve mentioned that I come from a long line of entrepreneurs, and I think this might be what lit that fire in me.
My dad had a potty mouth that rivaled the string of smut that flowed from the dad in “A Christmas Story” and Chevy Chase in “Christmas Vacation”.
Not only was my father a true potty-poet, but he also happened to be raising three young, impressionable girls with a wife who’d blush if someone said fart instead of toot. Naturally the Swear Jar was introduced as an incentive to get him to curb his profanity.
Let the games begin!
At first it started with a quarter per curse word, but my dad loved to let off steam more than he valued 25 measly cents. Before we knew it, the ante was upped to 75 cents for minor swears, and $1 for the F-bomb! Shit was getting real, and his girls were in it to win it. In traffic one girl would say “Did you SEE that? That guy just cut you off!” Wait for it, wait for it. “Learn to drive asshole!” Yes! Jar! We’d never shown interest in his home repairs before, but suddenly, eager eyes surrounded him if he had to hammer a nail. “Ooh, he just hammered his thumb instead of the nail,this is gonna be a triple pointer!” And it was. Jar!
We’d pinned our hopes on a vacation to Hawaii, but dad got wise to our scheming before the tickets could be purchased. I got a few Barbies out of the deal, and my sisters were able to purchase some “rad” acid-washed jeans or something totally 80’s like them.
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My family wasn’t a “monopoly” kind of family. We didn’t do game night, and we only ate at the dinner table on holidays. The tie that binds us is a sense of humor, even if that humor is sometimes off-colored. That Swear Jar created a bond just when my family needed it the most.New state, new house, new school. F**** it all! We all felt like cursing,but our dad did it for us. He would swear,and Mama would cringe and say “Oh, Don!”
This post was inspired by Phil, who’d managed to make it 17 years before his son heard him curse. It’s a really effin’ funny post! http://thephilfactor.com/2016/02/11/throwback-thursdays-the-f-word/
How about you? Do you curse in front of your children? Have you or do you now, use a swear jar? I’m not a mom, so I swear at will, but I’m trying to curtail it so that I don’t always sound like an ignorant asshole. My sister is a mother to three,and she’ll never live down the time she said “That’s pretty bad-A.” Really, Laura? You had to edit the the ass in bad-ass? It’s been five years, but because it was so funny, Derek and I have opted to say Bad-A, instead of bad-ass since then. It’s just more fun that way.