Jack said his first swear word on Sunday, albeit a mild one. We were getting ready to go for a walk in the desert east of our house. Jack was loading his pockets with toys that I told him he couldn't take.
JACK: (unloading his pockets onto the living room floor) Crap.
ME: (astonished) What did you say?
JACK: (despondent) ... no ...
ME: (demanding) Where did you hear that?!
JACK: (backpeddling) ... none ...
ME: Who says that?!
JACK: ... you? ...
Nailed! I consider myself so lucky that the worst words Jack can think of are stupid, hate, and crap.
JACK: (unloading his pockets onto the living room floor) Crap.
ME: (astonished) What did you say?
JACK: (despondent) ... no ...
ME: (demanding) Where did you hear that?!
JACK: (backpeddling) ... none ...
ME: Who says that?!
JACK: ... you? ...
Nailed! I consider myself so lucky that the worst words Jack can think of are stupid, hate, and crap.
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