So after visiting my parents in Chicago, my wife and I are driving back home. Seeing how Abbie and Nathan are behaving, we decide to stop by Potbelly's for a chocolate shake and lemonade. On the road the kids are happy in the backseat and we're making good time on our way back home. Good times, right?
Lora obtains the treats and a salad for herself and re-enters the car. She distributes the shake to Nathan, the lemonade to Abbie and proceeds to eat her salad in the passenger car while I continue to traverse home.
From the backseat, Nathan sees that Lora is holding a fork for her salad. He thinks it's a spoon.
Nathan: Poon, mommy? Poon?
Lora: No, it's a fork.
Nathan (continuously chowing down on his shake but visibly confused): Fook??
Lora: No, you can't have it. You'll hurt yourself.
Nathan: Want fook.
Lora: No.
Nathan (viably angry): Want FOOK!
Lora: No.
Nathan (DefCon 1 stage): WANT FOOK!!! FOOK! FOOK! WANT FOOK, MOMMY!! FOOOOOOOK!!!!!!!!!
(I'm cracking up laughing, followed by Abbie seeing me laugh, imitates the laughing too).
Nathan spends the next 5 minutes screaming, crying, and dropping the F-bomb. Then he sees extra straws in the front seat.
Nathan (calmed down): Straw, mommy. Want straw.
Moral of the story: Kids have an a priori knowledge of curse words
Pretty good job remembering the scene, Albert, since it was such a long time ago. I was laughing too and it was total caos in the car, but someone had try to calm him down. You were too busy acting like a 5 year old who just heard his first swear word.
ReplyDeleteCareful, son. Often Poon leads to Fooking.
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