About a week after our last chat about "bad" words, Owen asks me in the car:
"Mom, is a$$ a bad word?"
"Yes." I mean, I don't even like to type it. ;)
"I don't think it is." Of course you don't. Why believe anything I say? Why even ask me? What do I know?
"Well, some people think it is. Either way, it's not a word our family is in the habit of using." Define habit...
"I still don't think it's bad." A little Owen-sensor finally dings in my brain; it tells me we are not on the same page.
"What do you think it means, O?"
"I don't know exactly."
"Use it in a sentence." At this point, he's kind of fired up from me disagreeing with him, so in a raised voice he says from the backseat,
"THE SMOKE FROM VOLCANOES MAKES A LOT OF A$$."
Remind me to make an appointment with the school's speech pathologist.
2 comments:
ROTFL!! That is great :)
Oh my goodness, this made me laugh!!
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