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Sunday, November 05, 2006

Holy !@*?!

So this morning, Tax Deduction the Younger and I are in the playroom, working on a puzzle. My precious three year old is talking to himself as he looks for the right pieces. "T Rex. I want the T Rex. There. There's the teeth. There. There's the fucking nose."

Uhm...WHAT???

Yeah. F-bombed by my three-year-old son. He muttered "fuckfuckfuck" at the breakfast table later.

Oy.

Loving Husband and I (hopefully) explained that "that word" is not nice, it's a grownup word, and he's Not. Allowed. To. Say. That. Word.

We have no idea where he learned it. LH and I are very, very careful around our Tax Deductions; no cussing around the Impressionable Youts. (Channeling the judge from My Cousin Vinny here.) I'm guessing that Elmo doesn't get into the different levels of profanity on Sesame Street.

Sheesh. Or, more appropriately, holy fuck.

Anyone have any tips on how to teach three year olds that saying "fuck" isn't nice?

12 Comments:

At 2:53 PM, Suzette said...: LMAO! I would have fallen on my ass had my son said that, and he's 8! Is he in daycare? That could be where he is picking it up. Trust me, I worked in a daycare and you hear some things coming out of kids mouths you could not even imagine.
At 3:18 PM, Richelle Mead said...: Ditto, Suzette. I'm afraid I would have started giggling. This is why I probably wasn't a good middle school teacher. The "bad" things they did were so hilarious that I wanted to chuckle instead of discipline. I have faith in you, Jackie. Tell him if he doesn't watch it, he'll grow up to write racy, explicit novels...
At 7:13 AM, Anonymous said...: Argh, I'm an accidental laugher as well, which is so not a good idea since kids just take this as a green light to continue.

However, the main thing that stops my four year from doing anything (from random acts of destruction through to public tantrums) is to remind him that he won't get any pudding if it continues. Long live the power of sugar!
At 8:45 AM, Stacia D. Kelly said...: I ignore it. When the pup does something or says something I don't want him doing, I tell him no, and then stop responding until he realizes that Mommy wasn't kidding and the behavior won't get him anything.

It works. Sort of LOL. Course, my laughing when he started with "oh, snap" completely killed the ability to get him to stop with that exclamation. That one, he picked up in daycare ;)
At 9:11 AM, Suzette said...: Sybil, "Oh Snap" even I use that and I'm 35. I blame it on Thats So Raven Disney Channel. LOL
At 9:37 AM, Jackie said...: Suzette, we're pretty sure it's from day care; the kids of all groups are out in the playground when the weather is nice, so my precious tyke probably got it from the [BLEEP] older kids. Sheesh.

Richelle: ::SNORT:: Don't DO that when I'm drinking coffee!

Amanda: Hear, hear -- between dessert and Batman Beyond, we can (sort of) keep the little ones from doing TOO much damage...sometimes...

Sybir: Oh snap. LOL! Yeah, our eldest will come up with some phrases that blow us away. Man, once he's in first grade, we're doomed...
At 10:19 AM, Heather Brewer said...: When my oldest was three, he said "shit" after he dropped a toy. I told him matter-of-factly, "Little boys don't say shit. Shit is a bad word." And, to my knowledge (read: at least when I'm not around...he IS almost 13, after all) he hasn't said it since...except for...

The next time I said "shit" within his earshot, he berated me. "Mommy's don't say shit either. Shit is a bad word."

:)
At 11:31 AM, Michelle Rowen said...: Tell him to stop reading the Magical Minxes blog. ;-)
At 11:43 AM, Anonymous said...: ROFL.

Poor Jackie.

*sez to herself: Don't have kids*
At 12:44 PM, Anonymous said...: Hey Absolute Write buddy!

I finaly made it over to your blog! Hehe, your kidlets are super cute, even if they drop the f-bomb.
At 2:00 PM, Ewoh Nairb said...: I agree with Amanda. When my angels drop those types of words into conversation, I have a serious talk with them about words and usage, and then threaten the removal of (insert precious food/toy). It seems to work so far... *crosses fingers*
At 2:30 AM, thewriterslife said...: ROFLMAO...don't have any advice...can't stop laughing to think...lololol...I remember when my daughter was oh about six maybe, and she was wearing these real long pigtails, and I turned to her and said, "You look just like Pocahontas." She turned to me and said ever-so-sweetly, "Who the hell is Pocahontas?" I jolted upright, and said, "Melissa, you just said a bad word!" No sooner had those words come out of my mouth, she realized what she had done and just bawled her head off. Don't know where in the hell she picked up that word. ;o)