Thanks, Dr. Laura
Driving to the store with my daughter the other day, I was flipping through talk radio stations trying to find something interesting. I landed on the Dr. Laura show and she was talking about this impatient man who caused his stepdaughter's death by driving around lowered train crossing barriers and into the path of an oncoming train. Dr. Laura loudly pronounced, "This bastard! That's what he is, I'm sorry, but he's a bastard!" Okay, so I agree with her sentiments, but don't really want my 4-year-old to learn that word just yet. I quickly changed the station and glanced in the backseat to see if my daughter was paying attention.
Later that evening we were finishing with stories and saying our goodnights when my daughter grabbed her Little Pony and said, "Daddy! This one's name is Starcatcher!" She was so proud of herself for remembering the name. I noticed there was another Little Pony on the bed and asked, "What's that one's name?" She looked down at it, frowned, thought a little bit, then said, "That one I'll call Little Bastard."
Thanks, Dr. Laura.
Later that evening we were finishing with stories and saying our goodnights when my daughter grabbed her Little Pony and said, "Daddy! This one's name is Starcatcher!" She was so proud of herself for remembering the name. I noticed there was another Little Pony on the bed and asked, "What's that one's name?" She looked down at it, frowned, thought a little bit, then said, "That one I'll call Little Bastard."
Thanks, Dr. Laura.
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4 Comments:
Kids are sharp, aren't they? That's funny but NOT.
Doesn't it make you cringe listening the tv or radio with your kids around? It seems like you can't have any kind of programming (except public television) on without someone cursing or talking about sex, death and destruction. What fun!
When I was in second grade a kid at school used the word bastard and later on when my dad was playing with my brother and I, he was tickling me and I yelled out "Knock it off you BASTARD!" My Dad stopped dead in his tracks and his face turned beat red...then he asked "do you know what that word means?" and I told him no and then he calmed down, explained what it meant. My parents tried not to let us hang around the kid that taught us that word, but he was our neighbor and his sister was our babysitter so it was hard to keep us away.
We're not too fond of Dr. Laura, who lives out here, but you did give me an idea for a great post on swearing when I was younger.
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