Vocabulary Concerns

            When Alex was about two years old he and I were home alone one evening and I was making a fire in the fireplace. He was sitting in front of the hearth with his little legs kicked out in front of him just tapping his feet when he, for reasons unbeknownst to me, says “goddamn it.” Wow…utter shock on my part. I take him to the stairs and sit him down to tell him the importance of good words and bad words and words we just don’t say. He sat there for a little while, which is my habit when my kids are in trouble, then he got up and joined me in the living room again. After just a little while he comes to me and apologizes by saying “Mom, I’m sorry I said shit.” Wow again, not only did he cuss, again, but with a new word. Back to the stairs while I sat on the couch shaking my head. Consequently, I have not heard him swear again, in nine years.