09/12/2025

Parenting Humor with a Point Should Parents

I’m a bit of a sweary bunny. I’ve always had a fondness for a well-crafted curse word—there’s something so satisfying about stringing together a series of expletives into a chaotic little symphony of rage and release. Honestly, I consider it a creative outlet.

But then I became a parent.

Suddenly, all the parenting books, podcasts, and judgy online forums were telling me I had to scrub my mouth clean. No swearing in front of my child, they said. Doing so would corrupt his innocent mind, stunt his emotional development, and possibly turn him into the sort of adult who gets banned from family WhatsApp groups.

Living in a House of Quiet Fear

I spent most of my life carrying my parents’ trauma without even realizing it.

As the child of two Vietnamese war refugees, I grew up surrounded by fear, anxiety, and emotional tension — but none of it was ever named. I thought it was normal to feel on edge all the time, to brace for disaster over the smallest things.