Bad words have been an issue lately.
I have requested NOT to hear about any bodily functions unless assistance is needed.
I have requested NOT to hear judgment on a brother’s intelligence if the assessment is below average.
Ryan(8) is my biggest policy enforcer…and offender. He has a little issue controlling his own use of these words, but has no issue with reporting their use by others.
Citizen’s Arrest! Citizen’s Arrest!
Recently, I walked through the living room while the boys were watching some random children’s TV programing.
Ryan: Mom, you shouldn’t let us watch this.
Me: Why not?
It has bad words in it.
I look over to the TV for a closer look at what they are watching…Diego.
Diego does NOT have bad words.
Oh yes it does!
No it doesn’t.
*this goes on for awhile until I realize that I am an adult arguing over bad words in the show Diego with an 8 year old*
Ryan! Stop it. Diego doesn’t have bad words in it.
Rhett(4): *giggling* Yes! He said Toot!
In the context of riding a train…
You won’t let us say toot.
I do in the context of riding a train.
Video games have bad words in them too.
Not the ones I let you play.
*Reid(6) and Rhett nod their head in agreement*
Rhett: Yes! Thomas says STUPID.
Thomas the Tank Engine says good job stupid!
There is no way that Thomas the Tank Engine says good job stupid.
I look over and all three boys are giggling, whispering and shushing amongst themselves. A big secret is about to be revealed…
Reid: Yes he does mom. Ryan enters his name as Stupid.