Luke: Mummy, what does fuckin' asshole mean?
Matthew: I just told you, Luke! I just told him, Mummy!
Belly: Boy, I miss all the fun stuff, eh? Where'd you hear that phrase, Matthew?
Matthew: IR called DB that at school a couple of weeks ago.
Belly: I see. So why are you saying it now?
Matthew: Because I just remembered it now.
Belly: I see. You know that those are very naughty words, right?
Matthew: I know, Mummy. I only told them to Luke so that he doesn't say them.
*This is the hardest part of being a parent, I've found. I can't really get him into trouble because he's sort of doing the right thing. Secondly, I find it very difficult to keep my stern face in place when I'm trying not to laugh.*
Luke: But what does it mean, Mummy?
Belly: It's the worst thing you can call someone, Luke.
Luke: Worse than stupid?
Belly: Way worse.
Belly: Yeah. Wow.
|How do you deal with "potty mouth"?|
Seconds later, I pulled back onto the rainy street and we headed for home. Then, from the depths of the backseat:
Matthew: Mummy, doesn't it sound like the windshield wipers are talking?
Belly: You're right, it sort of does. What do you think the wipers are saying?
Matthew: It sort of sounds like....ummmm....Fucking. asshole. Fucking. asshole. Fucking asshole.
Belly: Matthew, that is completely inappropriate and you know it. Enough!
We continued on in silence.
Well, except for the damned wipers.
All the way home, they mocked me:
Fucking. asshole....fucking. asshole....fucking. asshole.......
And you? How do you deal with potty mouth?
What do your wipers have to say?