The daily school commute turned interesting for poor Rob last week when J.T. asked the question. Or one of the key ones anyway:
"Is the F-word a really bad word?"
Rob is shocked. Our 8 year old knows the F-word?! Where did he hear it?
"Why? Where did you hear that?!" he asked.
"William said it."
Rob is thinking we need to have a talk with my sister to let her know that her son has been corrupted (he does have a teenage brother) and is sewing further seeds of corruption and goes on a long spiel about not saying the F-word. J.T is looking at him like he's sprouted Darth Maul horns.... okay maybe not Darth Maul horns because he'd think that was cool.... but otherwise is eyeing him like his father has lost his mind. So much so that Rob is rethinking the conversation and shrewdly, albeit a little late in the game, asks:
"What does the F-word rhyme with?"
J.T. thinks a minute and says: "Art?"
Sparkly Street Family Update.
9 years ago
