Thursday, April 12, 2012
The Bad Word
[As transcribed by Daddy on April 16th]
So, Claire came over lunch today, and decided that she was going to teach me a bad word. You know the one I mean - the really bad one. The one that starts in "F". Anyway, she told it to me, and then she wrote it on the whiteboard wall in my bedroom.
Mommy came in and was somewhat shocked. Claire was pretty up front about it and proudly told Mommy that she knew the word... Mommy handled it quite well, actually. She explained to us that there really aren't any such things as 'bad words' but there ARE such things as impolite words, or words that can offend or hurt other people's feelings when you say them or write them on walls and stuff.
I think we both seemed to get the message. For some reason, through, my parents still think it's a bit of a funny story.
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