
"1,2,3 Blast Off!" Middle Finger Up (pointing to me). "F Word". Giggles.
I stand stunned. I stare at cherub 2 and bark "Don't say that!" He burst into tears (for the 2nd time tonight). Good mother, huh? Then I rationally remember he has no idea that he is saying anything wrong.
We chat, calmly. Doesn't know what the f word is but knows it is 'bad'. Remember my recent post about that? This is not the first time for this conversation. Doesn't know the middle finger is bad either. I explained that it is kind of like saying a bad word.
Rocket Man isn't going to say F word or use that finger again.
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