“Mom, two of the kids in my class were saying bad words today,” Nick said to me last night.
“Really, what were they saying?” I asked.
“Well, they’re bad words, so I don’t want to say them,” he said, torn about what to do.
“If you’re just telling me about something someone said, it’s ok. It’s if you’re using the bad words yourself that there’s a problem. I can’t really say anything about what they said if I don’t know the words, you know?”
He thought about it for a minute.
“They said the s word.” (s for stupid)
“Stupid is a tough word. It’s not a bad word like some others, but it depends on how it’s used. Like if you call someone stupid, that wouldn’t be nice and that would hurt their feelings.”
He nodded. He knows the drill. We don’t say stupid.
“They also said the f word.”
Ok, now he had my full attention. I turned around and asked, “The f word?”
“What f word?” I was bracing myself.
“Frickin” he responded.
Ohhhh, that f word. Phew!