I am really sorry Harshit, I have no qualms against you. I don’t even know who you are!
Unless you were hiding under a rock, it is pandemic and we have all been staying at home – except for the much anticipated trash bag drops – which is now turned into best dressed competition – we are mostly at home – doing non-stop cycles of vessels, laundry and what-nots while listening to kiddos testing their vocal chords and every kiddo testing their tensile strength, and constantly stepping on super sharp toys – well, you get it!
And so once or twice in the dire situations, like the heavy glass lid landing on my foot on the sharpest side – I uttered some swear words. Don’t worry, the glass did not break, the lid did bend a lot though, thank you for your genuine concern!
Trust me, I am not a fan of using bodily functions as euphemisms, but it happened, okay? I cannot change what happened, but I said ‘oh s*%t
And when the curious toddler enquired ‘mom why are you saying harshit’, I tried my best to brush it under the carpet, but the toddler caught on. I tried to distract, and give some non-committal answers but the damage was done.
Then, some days later, when the said toddler dropped a toy on floor and said ‘harshit’ under the breadth – I seriously didn’t know how to react. My first impulse was to roll on the floor to laugh, because of how well the phrase was used in the right situation – especially under the breadth just like I did.
Then because I am an adult, adjusted my poker face and pretended to ignore it, hoping that, if I ignored it, my toddler would stop using it.
In the meantime, if you get some intuition often, as if someone is calling you, I am sorry – I seriously am. For my part, I have not used it since, not even when I found a blueberry behind my sofa – the blueberry which we have not bought since pandemic started!