Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The Bad Word
I am always trying to teach and reinforce good manners at our house. We say please, and thank you. We read books about manners. We have flashcards about manners. I insist that everyone asks to be excused from the dinner table when we are done. We shake hands with people that we meet and introduce ourselves by looking them in the eye and telling them our name. We set the table and clear the dishes after a meal. We unload the dishwasher and help fold laundry. We say, "excuse me" when someone is talking and we want to be heard. And we don't say bad words.
I am not talking about swear words. We don't say mean or rude sounding words either. Or grammatically incorrect words, like "ain't." (I seriously thought ain't was a bad word until I wan in middle school.) We don't say, "butt." We say "bottom." Everybody knows this. And by everybody, I mean my husband.
Here is our afternoon yesterday. I am not even kidding.
THE Princess: Mommy, Daddy said 'butt!'
Me: Daddy, please try to make a good choice and say bottom. Butt is not a nice word.
RM: I was talking about my BUTTon. The BUTTon came off my jacket. Can you sew my BUTTon on?
THE Princess: He keeps saying it, Mommy! Daddy is not making a good choice!
RM: BUT, it wasn't bad! BUTTon isn't bad.
THE Princess: Mommy, he's saying it again!
Me: Please stop it? Please?
RM: What about a flying BUTTress? Those aren't bad!
THE Princess: Mommy, do you hear him? Brother is going to learn a BAD word!
RM: What if I BUTT the Christmas tree stand up against the wall?
THE Princess: He needs a red card! Mommy!
RM: Or I could eat some bread with BUTTer. I love BUTTer in a BUTTer dish and to spread it with a BUTTer knife.
THE Princess: MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
RM: I love BUTTer beans......and was that turkey a BUTTerball? Did you like it my little BUTTerfly?
I was ready to gouge out my eye with a spoon. I am so not even kidding.
I don't know who is worse. Seriously.