Yesterday on the Queens Public holiday we headed to the park with some friends...
Connor was watching some big kids on the scate board ramp thingo. Which had me a little concerned. We found out a little while later why....
Swift Jim & the kids were bouncing a ball as high as they could on the basket ball court. When Connor asked Daddy this;
"Daddy make it go funkin high"
Yikes! Lovely! Oh boy!! Thankfully he hasn't said it again. If he does we will have to have the language talk!
3 comments:
Tee hee. Poor Mum!
Hee hee, oh dear. The other option is to wrap them in cotton wool and never let them out in public, for fear they will pick something like that up.
We are glad our kids are part of the world, and are mature enough to cop a "language talk" every now and then.
It's not a big deal either. I say, "Sweetheart, I was very disappointed in those big kids for saying that word. It's not a nice word to say, and we don't say it in our family. Dad and I don't say it. And you won't need to say it either."
Poor little kids. They never know that what they hear is any worse than anything else. And heck, I just taught Sonny to use "quiche" as an expletive (see recent post) so, you know, they just pick up any exclamation in common usage.
Yikes, that's a bad one! The language talk is fairly simple, though, and most little kids are happy to delet a word from their vocab if you say you don't use it in this family. As long as you actually don't use it yourself!
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