The older my boys get, the more exposed to the world they become. The more exposed to the world they become, the more they hear and pick up things that I cannot control.
Earlier that day, our nanny/babysitter told me that my boys were asking her where do babies come from. She said she told them they come from the mother’s stomach. My oldest boy seemed to accept that answer just fine but the other one was not convinced. She said she asked him where he thought babies came from and he told her “your mouth”. I looked at her confused, laughed and sighed thinking I have just dodged a bullet.
Later that night out of nowhere, and with no prompting, my youngest son came to me and asked “Daddy, is bitch a bad word?”
My first thought was “fuck yeah and where were you that you heard it.” But I had to pause and calm myself for I wanted to jump right into discipline. As nonchalantly as I could and without even turning to look at him responded…”kinda yes and no.” He stood there so I turned and said that the word itself was not bad. But that people often use the word to say bad things. I tried to be sly and ask him where was he when he heard it. That if he could remember what was said then I could tell him whether the person that used it was saying a good or bad thing.
He looked and me for a moment, thought about it, and decided to play it safe for he responded he couldn’t remember.
So I told him “well let us be careful and not say the word at all. That way we don’t have to worry about anyone telling me you’re saying bad words.” He was fine with that and went on with his evening.
I however thought, “this is only his second day at school. What the hell is going on on that kindergarten playground?