When Bad Words Happen to Good Kids (#2)
Here's another "bad word" story -- well, sort of.
Background: We're not allowed to say "shut up" in our family. Last year, in second grade, LG still had the teeniest tiniest bit of a lisp (lithp) left, when saying a word with the letter S.
One day we three were "working" (OK, hanging out) in the backyard, and she says to me, "If Daddy doesn't stop teasing me, I'm gonna say it. I mean it, I'm gonna say it."
"You're gonna say what?" I ask her.
"I'm gonna tell him the F-U word!" Jif and I look at each other; I have a heart attack. There's no way. I have her repeat it a couple of times, and I finally get that with her lisp, what she's saying is "ETH-U," which still isn't registering with me, so she comes and whispers the bad words in my ear, "You know, 'shut up.'"