Her Expanding Vocabulary


My 8-year-old came up to me the other day and said, somewhat shyly, “Friend X told me that it is a swear if you put your middle finger up on your hand“.

Ahhhhh. . .yes, gotta love those moments in life when the unsavory creeps into a regular day.

After explaining that the middle finger is indeed an unkind gesture that she is never, ever to repeat (especially to other homeschoolers because then we will be “THAT” family), I sent her on her way.

The next day, we went food shopping. Our town’s giganto supermarket has a drop-off child care room with wrist bands, beepers and video cameras, and even though it isn’t my favorite food store, that feature alone is a pretty big draw.

After leaving the kids to play under the watchful eye of Some Woman, I picked up the kids. In the parking lot, Belly pulled me to her and whispered, “the woman in there said a bad word.”

The word was “shit” which, yes, is a bad word. I found out that the woman had said it to her adult son who had stopped by to discuss a bill he had received. And, although I think she could’ve used better judgment, I didn’t freak out after I found out she wasn’t yelling at the kids when she said it.

“What’s it mean Mommy?”

“It means poop. It’s an icky word. Please don’t repeat it.”

And, then the last word was “ass”, courtesy of Jillian Michaels’ 30-Day Shred.

“It means bum or butt. Please don’t repeat it”, I said wearily.

As she turned to go, she realized something and announced excitedly, “Hey! I learned 3 new swear words this week!”

It Could Have Been Worse: he could’ve said this to me.

My sister’s Father-in-Law came up to me at our annual fourth of July BBQ at the pond and told me he had been talking to D.

Now, this is notable because just a few months ago, D wouldn’t talk to anyone without some coaxing, plus his speech was often too difficult to understand.

Oh, for those days. . .

Because, FIL said (while laughing, thank goodness), “D came over and told me, Wow, you have a fat belly!“”

Awesome.

I blushed, apologized (which was waved off with a “well, I DO have a fat belly!”) and found D.

“Honey, please, only nice words. Don’t tell Poppy that he has a fat belly. That might hurt his feelings.”

A few minutes later, I found out how my little pep talk had affected D.

“I now going to call you Mr. Fat Belly!”

Red, White, Blue and SUN!

There is sun this morning in Massachusetts (and Woody is no where to be heard)!

Happy Fourth of July to all who celebrate.

Here’s what the kids will be watching this morning before we head out to the parade: