I guess we should not have been too surprised to hear these words from the mouth of our 5 year old (almost 6!) We had recently been on a boat full of sailors, after all.
For context, he was frustrated with something on the computer and said
Aw, fuck. Oops! I said “fuck.” Sorry about that.
The way he innocently repeated himself before apologizing underscored just how much he really didn’t understand the gravity of the word he had used.
We were all in the room together and Angela’s surprise and parental prudence was masked by her muffled chuckling. Dina’s eyes got huge and she could barely contain herself. Hearing it from a tiny little voice is pretty darn funny, after all.
I was quick to feign a stern parental response. But, like he already said, he knew he shouldn’t have said it.
Before we are criticized for crappy parenting or exposing our child to bad influences (save it – we left the judgmental competitive parenting behind,) we have to admit that this was not the first episode. He first said it when he was only four.
Yep, he was taught how to curse at age 4 back in the USA at a park in Oregon. Some of the bigger kids on the playground thought it was hilarious to teach him a few choice words and he then came back and used them. He got in trouble and hadn’t used a taboo word since.
Anyway, later in the day we went for a walk to the beach had a long talk about word choice and where he’s heard these things. The reality is that he’ll hear it the rest of his life, so there’s no point in trying too hard to point fingers or place blame.
Still, I tend to think he may hear less of it abroad (in English) than he would back in the US. Of course, we have to look in the mirror too. “Hello, pot? This is the kettle. You’re black.”
We had a really great conversation and, despite the surly topic, came to some logical conclusions and agreements. In the end, he managed to stump me when the discussion turned philosophical.
So, why are there bad words?
Anyway, why admit to this random parenting incident? We’re in paradise and that’s what we write about?
Well, first of all it’s funny. Second, its a little closer to our daily reality. I’ve actually been a little bored reading our own blog recently. We went here and then we went there. It’s fun for us, of course, but it seems like a stale read.
After all, the most important thing we’re doing is raising an amazing (albeit precocious) kid – we just also happen to be traveling. It doesn’t matter where we are, being together is still the most fun and interesting part of the trip.
Shouldn’t I be too embarrassed to write about this little incident? Aw, F@#* it.