I don’t mind cussing, but you knew that didn’t you? But I don’t cuss in front of my children. Yes, they’ve heard bad words. It happens. But they know the ones they can’t use. Or so I thought…
On Friday, I wanted a photo of my boys with my Mom. I warned Coop on the drive over. He’s old enough that you can squeeze one picture out but he needs a Heads-Up. I waited until right before the photo to warn Becks. He can be the wild card of the picture taking event. Even with the warnings, both boys weren’t cooperating. I gave Coop a look and tried to figure out a way to get Becks to do what I wanted. “Whisper something to Mimi,” I said to him. Becks likes to do the fake whisper thing and I figured as soon as Mimi laughed at his “whisper”, I’d get a picture.
Becks leans in and whispers, “Fuck”. Yep, fuck. And if you have children or have ever been around children, you already know that “whisper” is a laughable description for a kid’s whisper. Coop heard it the first time. I heard it but didn’t believe it. Mimi flat out didn’t hear it. So she asked again. And then a third time probably for confirmation. “Fuck.” “Fuck.” fuck… He didn’t understand that it was a bad word. But there it was, “fuck”.
What did I learn on Friday?
- I shouldn’t assume my kids know a bad word is actually a bad word.
- I should stick to my strengths and never ask my kids to pose for a picture.
- I took a photo that we’ll talk about when the boys are teenagers as the Day Becks Said Fuck to Mimi.
It happens. I’m not worried it about. No, I don’t want my 4 year-old talking like a Trucker. But I also don’t think he’ll grow up to be a scourge on society. It’s one of those things kids do: testing. He tested out his vocabulary and I had to explain that’s an adult word. On Friday an everyday parenting experience was captured with my camera: the slip, my oldest’s reaction, my youngest learning a lesson. Life.