(Originally posted March 20, 2008)
I recently had one of those awful heart crunching moments all parents dread.
“You should never say the F word,” my five-year-old announced.
In my head I’m screaming ‘oh no, oh no, oh no’. I know it’s inevitable but he’s only five and still so innocent. How does he even know it yet?
“It’s really not nice and if you say it it really upsets people and gets them angry.”
Then my heart begins to swell. Well at least he’s been very grown up and sensible about it.
I begin to feel quite proud.
“I can spell it as well,” he declares.
Oh hell! And before I can put him off or divert him or change the subject or run for the hills he spells it out (with all the authority he can muster):
“F. A. T”
I stifle every fibre in me which wants to burst out laughing and breath the hugest sigh of relief.