In our house of two parents raised by tried and true New Yorkers we spend an enormous amount of effort curbing our colorful enthusiasm (ahem) around our highly verbal 3-year-old. I think the F-word has been muttered all but once in his presence and I’m pretty sure it happened when he fell backwards down 17 stairs. We do a pretty good job and when my husband or I are displeased with something we usually say to one another, “Well that totally s-u-c-k-s.”
We are that family who says “oopsy daisy!” and spells out the word sucks (mind you, away from my kids I have the mouth of a saucy trucker). The point being, we make an effort.
A few months ago, I was rough housing with my son and he looked at me while raising a stuffed Curious George doll in his arms and exclaimed, “I’m going to COCK you in the eye!” I was horrified by the incorrect usage of a word we do not say in our house and rather than give it any attention, decided to ignore it. Read the rest of this entry →