Lately, Boy has been asking me things like: "Mummy is [insert random word here] a swear word?"
When, like a good parent, I attempt to avoid directly answering his question and ask him, "Why do you want to know?", he tells me he's just curious.
"Do you know any swear words mummy? Can you tell me some?"
It appears one of his little classmates has been getting into trouble with the teachers.
"'Taleah', they say, 'don't use swear words'. But I don't know what swear words are."
Boy does love his language, and I hate to disappoint him.
"Funtastic is a swear word", I tell him.
"Fun-tas-tic!" Then he gives me that look: slight squint, head cocked to the side. "Is it *really* mummy?"
He appears to have come to the conclusion that swear words are something special and, perhaps, is hoping to impress his teachers. The funny thing is that if I shared a few choice words with him he'd probably be fairly unimpressed. Sigh, you say those things all the time mummy.
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