…you may remember this post, about my son deciding he’d learned how to swear.
He is in bed at the moment, and I am in the living room with the baby monitor next to me.
He is singing a song to himself that I have decided is called “What the Fuck.” I’ve decided that this is its name because “What the Fuck” are all the words.
Tunelessly. Over and over again.
For the last ten minutes or so.
I’m going to turn on the new Phish album until he stops singing.
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Ahhhh…..the touching sounds of mimicry. I can’t wait until my first P/T meeting with kindergarten teachers about language…
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Lovely song. He has talent. My 2 year old has decided to tell my wife and I, “Shhh, quiet!” all the time now. No swearing yet, though.
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Ah the memories! My eldest son had severe speech problems and needed an “interpreter”(usually me) to be understood, and was in speech therapy for years. I remember being thrilled in an odd twisted maternal way when his pre school teacher called me because he had said “shit” – it was such a triumph that he could articulate it and she understood it!
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The Fish Cheer might be more appropriate….
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