A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog saying that I wasn't going to freak out anymore if my kids use an occasional swear word, as long as they were not using it to name call, i.e. hurt someone's feelings. Many talkbackers criticized my judgment as a parent for this decision. Well, folks, this blog's for you.

Perhaps this incident was my karmic payback for decriminalizing cussing in my household. Perhaps not. Either way, last week we went to Beans & Barley for dinner, and my 4-year-old, who has never dropped an F-bomb in his life, looked at the server and said in a very loud, clear voice that he wanted a "banana f---ing smoothie."

I was shocked, mortified and a little amused all at the same time. After my husband apologized to the server, we told our son that he should not use that word in public because it could hurt some peoples' feelings. He seemed to understand.

Most parents have an example of this kind of thing. I'm sharing mine to say that, despite my philosophical thoughts on kids and swearing, it's still embarassing. But it's a little humorous, too.

That night, my husband said right before I drifted off to sleep, "Today will always go down for me as the day Brett Favre retired from football and Levi ordered a banana f---ing smoothie."

Yup.