Lucy has been learning about bad language recently. Last week there was a discussion with mom about the use of the middle finger as a means of communication. Jennifer told her that it was like a bad word. But when Lucy asked exactly what it meant, Jennifer demurred.
Today Lucy was listening to a Lady Gaga song that raised further questions. She just turned to me and asked: “What does bitch mean?”
“Well,” I replied, “It’s a bad word.”
So Lucy raised her middle finger and asked: “Does bitch mean the same thing as this?”
I about fell out of my chair.
For a few weeks now, Kathleen has been asking for a puppy for Christmas. In response, I have repeatedly explained to her the many reasons why she really does not want a puppy. Inevitably, the conversation ends with me telling her that, no matter how much she wants a puppy, we are not getting one. She then usually moves to expressing her exasperation with me in the way that only a six year old can.
Today, Kathleen told me she was going to go write something, and she sat down at her little table and pulled out her crayon. A minute later, she came over to her mother and I with a paper reading: “Dad i wat a pupee. Jesus (Dad I want a puppy. Jesus)”
Her mother and I looked at each other, wondering when our daughter had started using Jesus’ name as an expression of frustration. Thankfully, before we were able to respond, she told us that there was more on the back of the paper. We turned it over to find written: “is in r hrt (is in our heart).”
Cute kid, that one, and lucky she told us to keep reading.