You know it’s true that kids say the darndest things. And I’ve got two boys! Not being a boy myself, I’m surprised at some of the things that come out of their mouths, particularly my oldest son (BabyD has only a new word a week, so I don’t have to worry about this issue with him for some time – hopefully!). For example, just the other night when Big Boy was going potty before bedtime, he called me over and said, “Hey Mom! Look at this purple crack in my penis!” It was just a vein on his penis, but the words he used tickled my funny bone. The way he describes what he sees in the world is sometimes funny to me! Then just being a boy is so strange too! It’s like boys are pre-wired for aggression. Big Boy says stuff like “I’m going to bash him in the face” when talking about what he’s going to do to bad guys. What a thing to say! (And you should know that we actively discourage most things violent like hitting, toy guns, and blowing up stuff. We encourage talking about our feelings –to a degree- and hugging it out. Yeah, we’re those kinds of parents. But also know that we believe in discipline and yelling “knock that shit off!” too.)
So anyways boys are weird and say stupid stuff. Yeah, I think I knew that since the 6th grade, but I’m reliving this lesson again through my children. I also don’t want to be the vocabulary police with my kids. But I’m having a hard time with Big Boy’s words (or word choice as it is). I know that I need to watch my reaction because cracking up isn’t going to get me the kind of results I want and at the same time I need to be the adult and establish standards around good behavior. Damn it. Can’t I just laugh and hug him?
So how am I suppose to react when I swear (I’m not going to stop altogether, I just won’t, I know me) and Big Boy says, “Shit what, Mommy?” in the sweetest, little boy voice ever. It’s cute, people. Undeniably cute. Or when he drops an F-bomb because he’s like the rhyming rapper these days – truck, duck, luck, f___. It is after all good language development to rhyme, isn’t it?
I have to say how nice it is to laugh with my kids. Yeah, I’ll be the adult and do my best to explain what is ok to say and what’s not. I cringe and say a prayer for the parents when I see a 5 year old appropriately use the f-word in a sentence. And OK, OK, I need to swear less so that it’s not my kids saying the bad words. But boy oh boy! I am laughing at the things coming out of his mouth and how I have to explain why it’s right not to say shit (literally and figuratively).
Laughter is good medicine. Cheers, friends!
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