June 12, 2005

He'll Find SOME WAY To Say It

Along the lines of what is bad to say and what is not and how my 3rd son continues to push the edge…

Sons 2 and 3 had Fiona (our hamster) out while I cleaned her cage. Son#2 had her sitting on his lap and she started to nipple on his pants.

Son#2: Mom! Fiona is trying to eat my nuts!

This actually doesn’t phase me as stuff like this is standard fare… talking about body parts.

Son#2 continues: Mom! You know she likes nuts, right?

Me stopping, looking blankly, trying to figure out what to say, “Yeah, but not those kind of nuts. She just likes the texture of your pants.” And I keep on cleaning, not skipping a beat.

Son#2: She is going to eat my balls! (The kid is wearing blue jeans.)

Bones: Ummmmm! You aren’t allowed to say that word! It’s a bad word!

Son#2: No it’s not. Balls isn’t a bad word. It’s the OTHER stuff you can’t say with it that makes it bad.

Bones: Oh yeah. You can’t say eat my balls. Or suck my balls.

He had to say it. He just had to find some way to say it.

Posted by Boudicca at June 12, 2005 09:01 PM
Comments

I thought of Bones the other day when my dad let Sis #2 (7) come over to my mom's house with us (I know, bizarre!) to play games and sing karoke. Well, my stepdad was singing Redneck Woman and he replaced "Hell Yeah" with "Heck Yeah" and Sis #2 goes, "It's not Heck yeah, it's Hell Yeah"

Needless to say, the show stopped while we tried to regain our composure.

Posted by: Sissy at June 12, 2005 09:34 PM

Hehehe. I was just like that. When I was four I informed my parents that I was indeed allowed to say "damn" because a dam is just a wall that holds water back....

Posted by: caltechgirl at June 12, 2005 10:09 PM

At the age of 7 I learned what the word BASTARD meant. Being as both Dee and I were adopted, and technically we fit the description what happened maked perfect sense.

We were out shopping, Dee & I got seperated from Mom. Dee, as usual, was bugging the shit out of me - so I just yelled at the top of my lungs....Leave Me Alone You Little Bastard...

After I could actually sit down, Mama and I discussed that...hee still makes me smile! ;-)

Posted by: Tammi at June 12, 2005 10:39 PM

Something about Bones has me thinking that if you ever tell him to watch his mouth, he'll go crosseyed while sticking his lips out as far as they'll go. Heh... the boy's going to push the limits! ;)

Oh, and I never did the "watch my mouth" crap... that was my bro. But I still got it for laughing!

Posted by: That 1 Guy at June 12, 2005 10:54 PM

"she started to nipple on his pants"

Is that a hamster thing or a typo? :-)

Posted by: Harvey at June 13, 2005 07:32 AM

I pulled a couple of stunts like that when I was a kid. Just thinking of it brings back the taste of Ivory soap in my mouth.

Posted by: Contagion at June 13, 2005 08:19 AM

Oh, I love that kid!

Posted by: Oddybobo at June 13, 2005 09:19 AM

Heh. Balls isn't too bad all things considered. I taught my little brother the gran-daddy whopper of all bad words(rhymes with duck)and turned him loose...

Posted by: spurs at June 13, 2005 10:29 AM

Not too bad, considering.... My sister's kids came up with this alternate definition: A noun is anything you can poop on! You can poop on Grandma, you can poop on Texas...." hee hee

Posted by: Julie at June 13, 2005 11:17 AM

I always tell the kids, both my personal and my students, (as far as the 'crap or shit' word goes) that they just had something in their mouth that I wouldn't hold in my hands. By the time they reason it out, the moment has passed and they've lost their chance to shock everyone.

Posted by: DixieDarlin' at June 13, 2005 03:14 PM