In the car today, where all the best things happen, Evan asked me if the "F word" was the only curse word that didn't have a meaning. gulp I told him it had a meaning. double gulp. He had to know what the meaning is. gulp harder.
Being the parent who always gives the straight answers, told him what it means. Yup, eyes on the road, and white knuckling the steering wheel, I told him THE TRUTH. Thank goodness I didn't have to look at him while doing so. He seemed satisfied, didn't make a big deal or any thing and didn't bring it up at all for the rest of the day, until dinner 8 hours later. When I had completely put the whole thing out of my mind and let my guard down. As in dinner with the husband that is. The husband who would rather lie than tell the truth about all uncomfortable things. The husband who would rather suffer chinese water torture than explain anything related to biology or reproduction to the kids. The husband who can not believe how up front I am with the kids. The husband who isn't going to ever have "the talk" with the kids.
All of a sudden, while we are all eating away, happy and unsuspecting, Evan gets a big smile on his face, starts swinging his legs and shifting side to side dancing in his seat when he proudly announces in a sing song kind of way "I know the REAL meaning of the F word." He is challenging Matt, who was not in the car this morning to hear this news.
And? Hello? Lightning? You may strike me now!
Matt says he does too, which I am not certain of, then Matt dismisses Evan in the big brother is never ever going to admit it if he doesn't way.
Silence.
Nothing.
So, I squirm and look up at the husbands gaping mouth and look of shock and try to explain that I had no choice, he was asking. Evan would not have let this one drop and I didn't want to turn it into a big deal. Better he should find out from me? Right? The husband shakes his head in disbelief, regains control of his facial muscles, and continues with his dinner. He knows better than to argue by now.
You did the right thing. Of course, you forgot to warn the child to not go around telling everyone he knows what the F word means now (thanks mom!). Live and learn.
Posted by: Debbie | December 28, 2005 at 10:02 AM
you absolutely handled it correctly, and if your hubs won't shape up i'd say send the next kid with a "good" question to him!
Posted by: chris | December 28, 2005 at 02:02 PM
Oh my. I am soooo not looking forward to those days. But I agree with your upfront policy, 100 percent. You're right...better they should hear these things from you, calmly and without any attached bathroom humor.
Posted by: Angela | December 28, 2005 at 05:14 PM
For
Unlawful
Carnal
Knowledge
That was the original words that formed the current acronym. But kids don't usually buy that for an answer..they want more!
And just so ya know - I've driven a limo many times, have been a driver two different times in my life, and if the folks are talking to you, yes you have to answer.
Now if family cars only came with that handy screen that goes up and down...
Posted by: danelle | December 28, 2005 at 09:17 PM