Ah, the things our children say sometimes. Driving in the car today, P was alliterating and it's a darn good thing I was sitting at a stop sign, otherwise I might have driven off the road. But really, I should just tell the story.
Background. P (7) imagines many many things - one of the imaginary creatures is a guinea pig named Saturn who belongs to Pooh Bear. Saturn is a very talented little piggie as he can apparently speak English, with some minor difficulty.
So today we are driving to a park day with our homeschool group. Sitting at a stop sign, waiting for traffic, I'm looking over my shoulder, and therefore directly at N (nearly 22 months), watching a ridiculous number of vehicles coming down what's usually a pretty quiet highway this time of day. There's a number of larger vehicles - semis, dump trucks, etc. - so I comment to N (whose little head is zipping back and forth watching them), "Lots of trucks, hey, Stinkbug?" He responds, "Buck!" Yep, buck. That's works.
P thinks for a few seconds and calls out, "Hey, mom, you know what Saturn calls it? F*ck!" Very loud, very distinct, very calm. I'm trying so hard not to laugh, I feel like my ears are going to explode.
On to explain that while "f*ck" rhymes with "truck" it is also, for reasons I can't entirely explain, a *very* not-nice word to say. Kindof like calling someone an "idiot" is also not nice but even worse. P doesn't get this (we don't swear around the kids, having learned my lesson when P was 2 and he repeated "holy sh*t" in his sweet baby voice) - he can understand namecalling is not nice but what makes the f-word so bad?
I have no other explanation. I tell him yes, it's very strange that some words are bad as they're just letters that make a particular sound. But it's still not a nice word and please, honey, don't say "f*ck" again.
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