You Can’t Say Bitch.
Oh my.
This morning my children were playing Thomas Trains in the living room when I heard Jonas say, “Maggie, you’re a b—–.”
Now, it sounded to my profanity accustomed ear that he just said “bitch”, so I called him in and asked him what he said.
“I said, “Maggie, you’re my best builder.”
“Oh. . .you didn’t say bitch?” I wanted to make sure because it really sounded like that was what I’d heard.
Jonas looked puzzled. “No.”
“Ok. Just checking, because that isn’t a very nice thing to say to someone and I just wanted to make sure you didn’t use that mean word.”
“Alright Mom!” He ran back to the trains where I overheard, “Maggie! We can’t say bitch because it’s not a nice word! Maggie! Listen to me! We can’t say bitch, ok?”
“Jonas. . .that’ll do, thanks.”
Motherhood: ya win some, ya lose some.
