Scene: In the car, on the way to pre-school. Some radio show is playing, but I am not paying attention.
From the back seat, Isaac says: "That's STUPID. I can say STUPID. STUPID!"
Realizing that the radio show announcers are cracking jokes that are not appropriate for kids, I quickly change the channel, then turn around in my seat.
"That's not a nice word, sweetie. We don't say that, okay?"
Isaac: "I don't say, stupid?"
Me: "Right."
Isaac: "Fucking stupid! I can say, fucking stupid!"
Me: "Isaac! No! We do not say those words!"
Isaac: "But Mommies and Daddies say those words. Just not kids?"
Me: "Um. No. Nobody says those words, okay? Not even Mommies and Daddies."
Isaac: "I don't say fucking stupid. Only Mommies say fucking stupid. But not kids. That's not a nice word. Fucking stupid!"
Me: "Isaac!"
Vivi: "Fu-een soodi!"
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Filed under: Apparently he DOES listen to me
Posted by Piece of Work at 7:28 AM
Labels: Isaac, Parenting without a license
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