Berry Boy and I were having a disagreement on whether or not he had to wear his snowpants outside to play this afternoon (I, obviously, was “for” snowpants while he was, obviously, not…)
He had a fit and stomped off to his room while I got his brother dressed. When he came back he looked quite distressed. Something was obviously bothering him, so I asked him what it was.
He said he didn’t want to say, because he’d get in trouble for it.
So I sent Berry Baby out the door and sat down with B.Boy on the steps and eventually coaxed out of him that he had said a swear word just now while he’d been stomping off to his bedroom.
“What swear word”, I asked, thinking how bad could it possibly be? I mean, this is the kid who, when we were discussing what “swears” are, couldn’t think of anything more horrible than “idiot”.
“You know, the B-word” he said tearfully.
Suddenly fearing the worst, I cautiously asked “What B-word” (since I could think of a few just off the top of my head…)
And then it all came out in a fast and tearful confession – “WellonmywaytomyroomIsaidBooHooandthenIslammedmydoor”
At which point I bit down on my lip to keep from laughing out loud, and asked, “so you said Boo Hoo?”
“yes” was the tearful reply, and then his head snapped up and he looked at me and said, “Wait. Is that a swear?”
No son, no it’s not. But I still love that you think it is.
*Of course, we had a discussion about being mad and the things we can and cannot do when we are mad, and that saying it and thinking it’s a swear is pretty much the same thing as saying an actual swear…still, hilarious.
