A Quick Lesson in Fursing

I have never been a big swearer, but when Wren came along seven and a half years ago, it was like going back to primary school.

That’s elementary school for the US audience.

I had to learn to furse all over again.

Fursing is fake cursing, in case you didn’t know. It’s a well known term, invented by me, just now.

Examples include: Sugar! Frig! Buggerigah! (with the gg pronounced the way it shouldn’t)

I also invented new forms of fursing, such as “bu~ottom”, and “fridge”.

And I thought I was doing so well, until Wren was 18mths old and dropped a crust from her highchair.

“Damn!”

That was my angelic little um, angel. Her sweet, innocent lips had uttered their first profanity, and I knew it was my own special gift that I had passed on to her.

It’s a continuing struggle. I was soooo proud of myself when she came home from school last year and asked what effyouseekay spells.

Proud because she hadn’t heard it from me.

I was especially proud of her, too. You see, she’d read it on the school wall.

Gifted. That’s my daughter.

So I’m teaching her to furse, too.