The days of being able to spell something out, usually something inappropriate, in front of our kids…are over.
I know. I’m crying too.
The other night we were at Arby’s and I was telling my husband a funny story and there came a part where I felt the need to use a word I didn’t want my kids repeating and lo and behold, little did I know, it didn’t matter…they were going to repeat it.
Me: “…yea he was being a total S-H-I-T disturber…”
Zack: “What’s a shit disturber?”
OK. So first of all, this kid didn’t even miss a beat. No sooner did I finish saying disturber and he was asking what it meant. And second of all, why isn’t he getting 100% of all of his spelling tests?
Of course, being the amazing mother than I am, rather than tell him not to say that word, I started laughing. I couldn’t help it. And then I wondered if it was just that I spelled that word so many times to Dan that Zack recognized it as a bad word and wanted to say it for shock value. You know…kind of like when you have a dog and you really don’t want to take it for a walk so you look over at your spouse and say:
“hey you want to take him for a W-A-L-K?”
and then the dog goes crazy, jumping around and runs and stares at the door, waiting for it to magically open for the w-a-l-k.
Now we’ll really have to wait until the kids go to bed to talk about stuff!
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