On the way to daycare one day this week, Little A told me she knew what the baddest word is. I asked her to tell me and she said, "The F word." I wanted to know if she really knew what that was so I asked her to say it...well, lets just say she knows it.
Big A said she knows a word worse than the F word, one that some boy told her at school, but she wouldn't tell me what it is.
Then Little A said that the worst word ever is actually the P word. What's the P word, you ask? Party Pooper. Oh man, I love my kids!!
Does it bother me that they know swear words? Not in the least. Frankly, I am a big curser. I always have been. My brother used to tell me I sounded like a drunken sailor. But honestly, I don't mind if my kids use the S or F words like I do, because they dropped something on their toe, etc. I would have a problem with them telling someone to F-off, of course, because that's just plain rude. But I don't really see these words as 'bad'.
Bad words, to me, are words that are racist, homophobic, sexist or otherwise offensive to a particular group. If something like that ever came out of their mouths, well then, I can tell you, there would be reckoning!
Well, here we are at another summer long weekend. And, it also happens to be Adam's birthday today! We are going to my in-laws for dinner tonight. Tomorrow I work and then the girls and I are getting much needed haircuts. Sunday and Monday we will hopefully do some fun activities with the girls and Monday late afternoon I am doing a training walk with my team for our fundraiser. I am just starting to realize just how far 32km is...even to walk!! I am just praying I don't injure myself given all the problems I have with my feet...I kind of wish we could ride a bicycle instead.
I hope you have a lovely weekend and I'll be back on Tuesday.