Secret Fears of Youth Librarians
I do a storytime. On average, from 80-140 people come to it. Kids love me. They love me because I rock their tiny socks off.
But, as anyone who knows me will attest, I know swear words.
And there is that lurking fear, that somehow, my mind will cross a wire, and I will slip a Bad Word into a story on accident.
Name these popular children's books, remixed by my nightmares:
"I will not eat green eggs and shit."
"But I've never seek a fuck on a bike!"
"Let the wild whupass begin!"
"... with a bunny on your cock - I mean head."
Some days, I feel like a ticking timebomb of terror.
Weep for my young charges, weep for them.
It's a lot like this:

But, as anyone who knows me will attest, I know swear words.
And there is that lurking fear, that somehow, my mind will cross a wire, and I will slip a Bad Word into a story on accident.
Name these popular children's books, remixed by my nightmares:
"I will not eat green eggs and shit."
"But I've never seek a fuck on a bike!"
"Let the wild whupass begin!"
"... with a bunny on your cock - I mean head."
Some days, I feel like a ticking timebomb of terror.
Weep for my young charges, weep for them.
It's a lot like this: