“What the shit was that?”
“Where the shit are we going?”
“What the shit are you talking about?”
“How the shit are you doing, Mommy?”
“Why the shit are we here?”
And then on his 4th birthday:
Me: “Hey Ronan- how old are you now? Can you say “I’m 4″?”
Ronan: “What the shit? I’m 3!”
I’m slightly horrified to report that he’s now latched onto “Son of a Bitch”.
Just in the past two days:
“Get back here you Son of a Bitch!”
“Where’s my cup? Son of a Bitch!”
“This Son of a Bitch chicken is hot! You Son of a Bitch chicken!”
“Son of a Bitch, let’s go to the park!”
“No, I don’t wanna brush my Son of a Bitch teeth!”
Please understand that I don’t encourage cussing from our children. I know that it’s inappropriate and not accepted in polite society. He doesn’t get a cookie for every cuss word- nothing like that.
I just don’t acknowledge the cussing- I act like I didn’t hear it. It usually falls out of their vocabulary if you don’t make a big deal about it. When it becomes taboo is exactly the moment it becomes all shiny and irresistible to them. If ignoring it doesn’t work, then we have a talk about “grown up words” and when it’s appropriate to use them (when you’re a grown up and not around my Mom or our Priest).
I’d be lying to you if I said that I don’t mentally fist pump when our sweet, volatile speech- delayed boy is says new words and phrases everyday- even if they’re unseemly and ill-suited from a 4-year-old.
The thing is, though, I’ll take the good with the bad. “Bad” is subjective anyway.
And let’s face it- “Son of a Bitch” is a little more advanced than the simple one word “shit”.
Progress, y’all, progress.