My kids are funny. They’re also infuriating, disobedient, and conniving at times, but mostly they’re funny. This has been one of the most difficult aspects of parenting for my husband and me — keeping a straight face when they say or do something that’s funny, but inappropriate. We can handle just about anything else that gets thrown at us except for acting serious when we need to.
Little Man knows a few bad words. Between living with me for 10 years and watching various superhero movies, this was inevitable. Whatever. As long as he doesn’t repeat them, I don’t care. He knows that those words are inappropriate for him to say at his age, and he usually does good with that. (There was the time he stepped in mud in front of two preachers when he was in kindergarten. He yelled out “dammit!” much to the amusement of us all.)
He once told me about an opportunity he had at school to educate some children on the playground in second grade. Apparently a few other boys were talking about the bad words they know. Little Man told me that “damn” and “hell” were mentioned.
Good boy. I appreciated him not attempting to enhance their vocabularies for a change.
As recently as this past week, LM told me that some of those same boys have been dropping the f-word at recess as long as they’re out of earshot of the teachers, so their knowledge has expanded a bit over the past two years. The kiddo also told me about learning about flipping the bird, except for what the kids at school think it means is very different from what it actually means.
So for those fourth graders, flipping someone off is basically like calling them a heathen. I did my parental duty and told LM that wasn’t what it meant and educated him. Hey, him knowing is better than thinking the meaning isn’t that bad and getting in trouble for flipping someone off like I did when I was in third grade. I thought it meant “You’re stupid” and got in quite a bit of trouble for flipping off my sister. I passed on teaching him the double bird.
Even though the boy is good about not using adult words, he has asked to use them on occasion. One such time a couple of years ago when he really enjoyed the meatloaf I made for supper.
At least he didn’t hit me and tell me that my meatloaf was “slap your mama good” like he did over something else I made.
Around the same time, we had this gem of a conversation:
I can only imagine how many times he heard a strange noise and glanced out the classroom window, hoping to see aliens descending upon the school so that he would have an opportunity to use his word.
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