"Joey said the f-word!!!! Joey said the f-word!!!!"
This is kindergarten for god's sake.
"What? OK, go into lunch. I'll take care of it."
I get Joey and pull him out of line.
"Joey, Thomas told me you said the f-word."
"NO I DID NOT!!! I DID NOT!!!"
"Well, he said you did."
"I did NOT say the f-word!!! I said the m-word!!!"
I am confused. I think for awhile. Stumped.
Me, "What is the m-word?"
"I said Motherfucker!!!"
My sister was very confused when one of her tiny terrors tattled on another for using the "L word". It took some careful detective work to establish that the word—or rather phrase—in question was "Bloody L" ;-)
ReplyDeleteOne of my kindergarten beauties announced her knowledge of the 'f-word' when we were making a list of things that begin with the letter 'F'. Holy crap on a cracker!
ReplyDeleteWhen my oldest (now 12-ish) was oh, around two-ish, he was in his stroller in Old Navy singing what I like to call the F@#$ song. He was saying it over and over to some tune he'd made up. The whole time we were in the store. He managed to leave a store full of giggling employees behind us. Never let it be said that I didn't teach my kids SOMETHING.
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