So it was inevitable. My son picked up some foul language. From us or from someone else - it is irrelevant. Granted, I have made great strides in watching my language in front of my kids, but at the same time, all they need to do is walk down the street to be subject to profanity.
Needless to say, my son was using one specific expletative a whole lot. So much so that I needed to take a grown-up action. I took him aside for a minute and explained to him that it is a bad word. And that there are bad words that are very hurtful and mean and we shouldn't use those words. He seemed to understand, he seemed to get it more so than usual, but wouldn't you know it - he kept asking all weekend - 'Daddy, why is _______ a bad word?'. I finally told him that he can't ask about bad words anymore, and just not say them.
We'll see how that goes.
Needless to say, my son was using one specific expletative a whole lot. So much so that I needed to take a grown-up action. I took him aside for a minute and explained to him that it is a bad word. And that there are bad words that are very hurtful and mean and we shouldn't use those words. He seemed to understand, he seemed to get it more so than usual, but wouldn't you know it - he kept asking all weekend - 'Daddy, why is _______ a bad word?'. I finally told him that he can't ask about bad words anymore, and just not say them.
We'll see how that goes.
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