Comments: Phonics

Second grade huh? I did not learn that very same word until I was 12 years old... talk about sheltered.

It might have been a good time to talk about "bad touching" though, as that is sexually innapropriate and one never knows if, when or where it may happen (God forbid).

Posted by Blair at August 14, 2006 07:21 PM

That reminds me of one of my favorite stories about the Boy: When I came to visit and he was four, we went downtown to meet Justin for lunch and there was a beer distribution truck in the parking lot. The Boy read the side of the truck out loud and then asked me, "Aunt Mimi, what is Bud Light?" And I said, "Well, [*hrmm, hum, stutter, pause*] it's a drink." And the Boy said, "Is it a tasty drink?" (The Adam's terminology for sodas.) And I said, "Well, sort of. It's beer." Then his eyes lit up, and he said, "Oooh, that's my FAVORITE tasty drink!"
Jordana assured me he meant root beer, but whatever.

Posted by Frazier at August 14, 2006 07:24 PM

Blair, Madison Rose Lane must have been one of the wilder elementary schools, if I encountered such words so much earlier than you -- or else you just missed all the curse words in the wilds of South America.

And Frazier -- he is rather fond of ginger beer too.

Posted by Jordana at August 14, 2006 08:16 PM

Too cute he thought it was an admonition about library books.

When we were children, my mom's phrase for us was "dirty names and dirty faces always appear in dirty places." Granted, that was before dirty things were written on t-shirts.

But even back then, this strategy didn't always go as planned, which is the risk you take when you say such things AND teach your children how to read before they start school. It lead to a memorable situation once at a Reds game, when my sister was allowed to go in a bathroom stall "all by herself." This was back when that was a new thing--not, you know, recently. But anyway, while in there, she apparently proclaimed, "Mommy, someone wrote her name in here. And her name is F*ck." Crowded room, peals of laugher. Etc. Etc.

So many bad words are disturbingly phonetic.

Oh, and I had extremly naive, over-potective parents too. My parents actually named one of my sisters so that her initials were FCK. It wasn't until the monogramed baby gifts started arriving that my mother realized she had made a tragic, tragic mistake.

Later we'd tease my sister that she had the best pick up line ever: "Hi. My initials are FCK. And all I need is u."

Posted by NBS at August 14, 2006 09:58 PM

That is hilarious.
He sounds like a very smart boy!

Trust me, you have done a very good job shielding him so far.

I was in the car last night wondering why they bleep out the word "ass" from a song (not used in a sexual way) yet they let some of the musical pornography play.
( I am thinking of some of the hip hop songs that describe things in a very detailed way)

Kind of like wanting to ban nursing in public yet ogling celebrities who are practically nude in public.

Very weird.

Posted by Mary at August 15, 2006 07:42 AM

When I took Charlie to the vet a few weeks ago, a well-dressed and wizened woman came too close to the cage for my comfort.

She asked, "Does he cuss?"

My first mental response was "Hell, no!" But I said, "No, he doesn't." And he doesn't.

She said, "He would at my house."

Posted by Janis Gore at August 15, 2006 08:25 AM

Yeah, we've discovered we can no longer spell things when we don't want David to overhear. And I remember a similar situation to yours when I was a child. Evidently I was as sheltered as you, and in 1st grade a child in class spelled the "sh-word" and I sounded it out and said it aloud. I'd never heard it before, but I got in trouble, and I didn't even understand what I'd done wrong. I've never forgotten it.

Posted by dcrmom at August 16, 2006 03:28 PM