There we were, in the Red Robin Restaurant for Marci's Birthday- with Nan, Tricia, Traci, Tina, and my kids + Issac. Nan was helping me with Bobby- and I noticed he blew into his straw. Well, Nan had this funny reaction and was laughing, when Bobby said, "Nan, What the Hell are you doing?" Everyone thought they heard wrong; I didn't hear him at all. Everyone was laughing- but I was caught completely off-guard. It was said about my Great-Grandma that she could swear like a truck driver. My own mother used three basic swear words on a daily basis. Since marrying Ryan, my own little mouth has become more clean- and especially since having children- not something I want to have coming out of their mouths. So, I am not going to act all innocent, I am sure he has heard it from me in my most desperate of times- but it leaves me asking this question: "Is swearing genetic?" I mean, where in the hell did he get that?
