Today when I got to Skylar's class to pick her up, the first person I came in contact with was a little boy that informed me that Skylar told her class that I say bad words. Not knowing quite how to respond, I quickly but kindly let him know that I didn't say bad words. So when I get Skylar and we start talking, the conversation went like this....
Me: Skylar, did you tell your class that I say bad words?
Skylar: Yes, because you do say bad words.
Me: What bad words did you hear me say.
Skylar: Well, you said you look like a fat cow, and fat is a bad word.
Me: When you told your class that I said bad words, did you tell what words I said? (thinking this may provide clarity for what her teachers think of me, not to mention the parents of her friends.)
Skylar: No, I couldn't repeat the bad words. I just told them the words you say are really bad.
So, I am apparently known around the preschool as the mother who says really bad words. The reputation I've always wanted.