I actually wrote this several months ago, but I’m putting it here so it will go down in history and embarrass my children someday.
In Family Home Evening tonight, we were talking about what to do in an emergency. I asked 2-year-old A, “Who would you call if Mommy got hurt and wasn’t awake?” She thought for a moment and then answered, “Umm, fachina (i.e. vagina)!” I’m thinking that next week for FHE we should have a lesson on anatomy.
4-year-old C has started using the word “hate” a lot lately. So one day, when he was telling me he hated yet another thing, I explained to him that hate isn’t a very good word to use, that it’s kind of like a bad word, so we shouldn’t say it.
His response: “Kind of like ‘frickin’?”
Me: “Yes. You shouldn’t say either of those words.”
C: “So if I say ‘I frickin hate that,’ that would be bad?”
Me: “Yes, that would be bad.”
C: “So it would be really bad if I said ‘I frickin hate frickin that.”
Me: “. . . ”
So that teaching moment was a great success.
R at least is doing and saying just what she is supposed to these days. She sleeps all through the night and throughout most of the day still, and she is so happy! She giggles and laughs all the time, especially if I play “The Wheels on the Bus” with her. She is growing up so fast. I can’t believe she’s almost 4 months old already. She loves to watch her older brother and sister play, and they’re already trying to teach her things. Before we know it she’ll be saying things like “fachina” and “I frickin hate frickin that” too.
A few weeks later . . .
9/19/07: C: “Mom, what if you asked me what I did in tumbling and preschool and I said ‘nothing’ and you said ‘Ah, C, why do you say such frickin stuff?'”
The greatest teaching success that came out of all of this is that my husband J no longer uses the word ‘frickin’.