So to you good mothers and fathers who if they heard their child curse would sharply gasp/freak out/smack their child’s face/wash their child’s mouth with soap/talk sternly to and add time out… you may not want to read any further.
I’m a good mom, too. And mainly because I was a curious child who asked a lot of questions that resulted in some, if not all of the aforementioned responses from my good parents I’m another kind of good.
Which is why I didn’t even flinch when my 5-year-old said, “I know ass is a bad word.”
Instead I thought to myself, I wonder if I can peg this on my husband.
“Oh that’s a new word. Where did you hear that word?”
“Nowheres. I just knowed it. What does ass mean anyways?”
“Just to be clear, it all depends on who says it. If you’re reading a bible story at school and they say ass, it means a donkey. But usually moms, dads, and teachers don’t like to hear little kids say that word.”
“Oh right. But what about the Ass Jack?”
“You mean Jackass?”
“Yeah, Jackass. (Let me just say it is uncanny how easily jackass rolled off his tongue. It was like he was talking directly about Rick Perry.)
“Oh that’s a terrible thing to say. It means jerk. Like a really dumb jerk who is mean.”
“Anyways, Mom, what about that ass of the kicking?”
“You mean like, I’m going to kick your ass?”
“Yes. Like when Cooper said that at the zoo!”
“Oh that is a naughty way of saying, I’m going to kick your butt (and here I nicely kicked him in the behind.)”
“Oh-ho-ho, now that would hurt worser!”
And that was basically it. No immediate intrigue and mischievous smile that told me he understood he was in trouble; but couldn’t wait to be in that kind of trouble again. Just, a stoic and placated peace from the backseat. See, I’m not that bad.
PS -- Remember when Cooper kissed my butt?!?!?!?