February 19, 2008

Forgetting How To Be with Little People


When I wrote the title to my last post, it reminded me of this story.

We all stay after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays and walk the fields of the school. I’ve posted it before… it’s a big push in exercise for the kids and we have nearly 300 people participating now.

This afternoon, one of the Moms was there with her 4 year old, who I will call ‘Belle’. Belle checked out with the ‘coach’ as we log all our miles. All the miles are added up and there is a big map of the equator in our clinic where the miles are posted… we started around the equator last year and are almost finished. The kids love watching the progress.

Anyway, Belle checked out and said she did 4 laps which is 2 miles.

She is FOUR.

I said, “Four! Holy crap, Belle! That is AWESOME!!!”

She was proud as she got a prize for doing her mileage and she walked off.

My eldest looked at me and said, “Mom. She is FOUR. You can’t say that.”

Me: What?

Ringo: You said 'Holy crap'.

Me: And?

Ringo: You can’t say that.

Me: Why? Its not like I said Holy Shit…

Ringo: Mom… she is FOUR. To a four year old… that’s like cussing. You can’t say that to her.

Me: Oh geez. I forgot. Its been so long since we’ve had a four year old in the house. You’re right.

And at that, he did this head bobbing imitation of a California girl, rolled his eyes and said, ‘Well… yeahhhh.”

The things we forget…

Posted by Boudicca at February 19, 2008 10:50 PM | TrackBack
Comments

See, that's a good boy. You ought be proud.

Posted by: Erica at February 20, 2008 08:41 AM

Even though I don't have kids, I do find it very amusing when kids correct their parents - and the kids are indeed right. Makes me smile and chuckle every time.

Posted by: Kris, in New England at February 20, 2008 09:51 AM

Oh that cracks me up!!

Posted by: Richmond at February 20, 2008 08:13 PM

Look at them, watching out for her! That is cute. I spell c-r-a-p all the time. I will laugh when my son starts spelling things back to me!

Posted by: Marie at February 21, 2008 03:59 PM

My dad was always partial to monosyllabic expletives, especially of the scatological variety (i.e., "shit!" -- spoken almost as if a verb in the imperative mood). My mom ... not so much.

Mom's parry to dad's verbal jab was so predictable, I nigh believed "Now Joe!" was the universal response to "Shit!" Mom's disapproval eventually broke Dad of using that particular profanity. Henceforth, Dad adopted "Crap!" as a workable alternative, to which mom would just just harrumph.

Posted by: Bob at February 23, 2008 04:21 PM