A dad teaches his son how not to swear
Tristan (age 4 in case you were wondering) is pushing his scooter along the pavement until we get to an untarred area. Nathan tells him to pick up his scooter and walk with it, while T insists that he can push his scooter across the loose gravel. Bickering ensues. Nathan and I continue walking ahead while T struggles over the gravel lifting a shiny scooter the size of his body up high.
Tristan: Boy that was hard but–ole… (inaudible due to loud traffic)
Me: What did you just say?
Tristan: — (inaudible) —
Nathan: Tristan, seriously I never want to hear you call either one of us a butthole again!
Tristan: No! Not butthole! I said, BOY that was hard but COOL!
Oops. Well, you can try to keep T. from developing sewer tonsils, but, folks, when he starts school, all bets are off. He will learn it all from his peers. That’s why I used my time in the car with my kids, when they were pre-school, to teach them how to swear properly. That’s important, you know. As a former English teacher, I thought it was my duty to make sure they used the words appropriately and in correct syntax and context. I was successful beyond my greatest hopes. Both my kids are truly accomplished cursers.
Oh Miko that post of yours is classic!
Ha ha ha! That’ll teach Dad! Love it, I linked over at Caiterwauling.