So here’s the thing. Swearing is NOT allowed in this house. I once was a raging, rebellious, tattoo covered, following bands for weeks on end,
questionable bad decision-making teen/young adult. Had my child come into my life then, well, I would expect him to swear like a truck-driver. (Wait, my husband was a truck-driver…well, whatever, you know what I mean)
Admittedly as an adult I have become quite prudish, blushing if a curse word escapes from my mouth. Correcting my mother if she says “Oh my God!” In front of my child, “it’s Oh my gosh mom!” And forget it if she says stupid. Really?! Do I need my 7-year-old calling other people stupid? When I recently took a trip to Second City, the child insisted on knowing why he could not join us, I mentioned that the language would not be appropriate.
He nodded his head knowingly and said, “Ooooh…..so they’re gonna say the S word right?”
” What’s that?” I inquired.
“Yup sweetie, they might say that.”
He then rambled off the short list of other bad words: Shut up, Horrible, Disgusting and of course Hate. Yes sweetie, you are right on.
So imagine my surprise when the other day he was singing a made up song (something he does CONSTANTLY) and it went something like “you bitcher you bitchey your such a bitch boy.” My eyebrows went up so high they hit the top of my fivehead and believe me that’s high.
I am a firm believer in not bringing bad language to the attention of children, because that makes it so much more interesting.
So, I ever so calmly said “Hey sweetie, what is that song you’re singing?”
He said, “It’s about a bitch boy.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Well you know mommy, it’s a boy who likes girls.”
Hmmmm….. “A boy who likes girls? Where did you learn that?”
“I learned it from Wally, mom.” Yes folks you heard it, he learned that precious piece of information from Wally Cleaver of Leave it to Beaver fame.
“Sweetie are you sure you heard Wally say that?” I asked cautiously.
“Absolutely mom! That’s what Wally and his friends are, now that they are getting older they are bitch boys.”
Well…..I had two choices, explain that bitch is a bad word, and we shouldn’t say it, guaranteeing that we would hear it again, and again. Or I could ignore it, and hope against hope that it would go away. I’m all for denial.
Oh yeah, and Cleavers? Thanks for nothing!
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