Inappropriate Language
I am so often reminded of things from my own life by reading the lives of others. For example, my friend, Josh Weed, blogs over at The Weed, mostly about himself and his family (but he's hilarious, and if you don't know him personally, you should read his blog because it's funny. Heck, if you know him personally, it will just be that much funnier), and he not that long ago wrote about the time he proclaimed his three-year-old sister had had sex. Yeah. Talk about inappropriate, right?
Anyway, it reminded me of how at some point or another, little kids say something inappropriate because it's something they have heard adults say and didn't realize they shouldn't be saying it.
It's slightly akin to not understanding what the word busking means, only instead of being afraid to say it, you say it loud and say it proud, because it's totally okay to say, right?
Which brings me to today's story. It's brief, I promise. My mother, being the good mother she was, was quizzing me, Sesame Street-style, by asking me to list words that started with a particular letter. The letter just happened to be the letter "D."
My three or four-year-old self started listing off all the "D" words I could think of:
Daddy [Good one!]
Doggy [Still perfectly acceptable!]
Doughnut [Hmm, what did I have for snack, I wonder.]
Damn it [ Uh, what?]
Dragon [Okay, wait, let's revisit that last one.]
It was then that my mother decided I needed a little lesson on appropriate language, and that perhaps she and Dad needed to pay attention to what they said during my waking hours.
Anyway, it reminded me of how at some point or another, little kids say something inappropriate because it's something they have heard adults say and didn't realize they shouldn't be saying it.
It's slightly akin to not understanding what the word busking means, only instead of being afraid to say it, you say it loud and say it proud, because it's totally okay to say, right?
Which brings me to today's story. It's brief, I promise. My mother, being the good mother she was, was quizzing me, Sesame Street-style, by asking me to list words that started with a particular letter. The letter just happened to be the letter "D."
My three or four-year-old self started listing off all the "D" words I could think of:
Daddy [Good one!]
Doggy [Still perfectly acceptable!]
Doughnut [Hmm, what did I have for snack, I wonder.]
Damn it [ Uh, what?]
Dragon [Okay, wait, let's revisit that last one.]
It was then that my mother decided I needed a little lesson on appropriate language, and that perhaps she and Dad needed to pay attention to what they said during my waking hours.