“Moo-oom, Adrian said the ‘sh-‘ word!” Stephen informed me, with Adrian in tow.
“Really?” I asked, surprised. I had never heard that word out of Adrian, and was a little skeptical that he knew it.
“What ‘sh-‘ word?” I asked, hoping we were not actually talking about THE ‘sh-‘ word, but its socially acceptable cousin, “shoot.”
“Do you even know what the ‘sh-‘ word is?” Asked Stephen.
“Ummm…” I hedged. I didn’t want to teach it to him if he didn’t already know it! “I think so…”
“Do you want me to tell you the ‘sh-‘ word?” Asked Stephen.
“Sure,” I said, to figure out what we were really talking about. “What is the ‘sh-‘ word?”
“Ok, I’ll tell you. Sh*t.” He said.
Well, sh*t. My little angels cursing already.
“How did Adrian learn that word?” I asked.
“E taught it to A, who told it to Adrian, and now Adrian really likes to say it,” explained Stephen. Adrian nodded happily.
“Ok. Well, look, guys, that’s not a nice word and you shouldn’t say it. God wants us to use nice, kind words, and–”
“I KNOW,” Stephen cut me off. “I KNOW I KNOW. And I NEVER say it. I just said it so you would know what it was. Sheesh.”
“Ok, good. As long as you guys know not to say it because it’s a bad word. Right?”
They nodded their little heads and ran off to play. Right.