Yesterday, everyone was in a chaty mood at dinnertime. Book Boy was telling us about his day at school. Then he said “I know the worst two words that you probably don’t even know. Want me to spell it for you?”
Um, sure. Now keep in mind that he thinks “stupid” and “dumb” are really bad words.
Aw man … I hope he’s spelling fart.
Nope, that’s not fart.
Yep, he learned the F word. Tim and I calmly asked him where he had learned that word. He said he read it on the wall in the bathroom at school last year. (That surprised me, since he goes to a fairly strict charter school where the bathrooms are cleaned daily.) We told him that in fact we do know that word, but that we don’t say it and neither should he. He seemed to understand that. I was glad he didn’t ask what it means!
Actually, I’m pretty darn pleased that he’s known the F word for a year and has never (to my knowledge) said it. Hopefully that will continue. I can’t predict what my reaction would be if Miss T called and said “BB said the F word to me today.”
At least he didn’t learn it as early as I did. (Age three, thanks to the neighbor who lived in the other half of our duplex. But that’s a story for another time.)
I don’t even remember where he said he learned hell, though he said he’s known it for a long time.
How do you react when your kids learn swear words? Or when they SAY swear words?