Lying to my daughter.. again.

Let me just come right out and say it: I do not swear. I don't swear at home, I don't swear when I'm angry, when I'm sad, when I'm annoyed. I don't swear. Well. Having made myself clear, I will make a hypocrite of myself: I swear when I almost get in car accidents. Every three months or so, a car will drive scary and almost hit me and there ya go, the swear word that is waiting at the gates of my subconscious comes out and I can't do one darn thing about it. This word is a usually a female favorite. Men in movies usually have a thing for the 'F' word, but I have noticed that women usually opt for a word that starts with a softer consonant group and ends with a 'T'.

Alright, so my girls are in their car seats and I'm driving on my way to an appointment with our insurance company. As I'm driving through an intersection, a lady tries to turn left right in front of me. I slam on my brakes and luckily avoid an accident. Let me tell you what happened next. Please. That word worked it's way out and Grace heard it.
She said, "Mommy, what happened?"
"That lady almost hit Mommy."
"Mommy, what's that you said?"
"Um... I said 'hit' because that lady almost hit me."
"No Mommy, you said 'sheet'."
"No I think I said 'sheep'."
"Mommy, why you say 'sheep'."
Once you start lying you just can't stop. Especially when you are spending your whole life trying to create a perfect image of yourself to your young daughter. This image must remain perfect at any cost.
"A sheep is that animal, remember?"
From here the conversation changed and we were onto bigger and more important conversations. I am just waiting for the dreaded moment when my child drops her ice cream cone at a crowded birthday party and says that word. Loudly. At that point I would sneak out the back door and make my husband come pick her up later.
I'm a good mom, I swear...