It happened. I've been dreading this day for a long time. I got the phone call at work yesterday from Bryan, and was immediately catapulted back to this little fiasco here.
Brandon has learned the mother of all bad words--the F-word. Where did he hear this word? I had flashbacks to this moment. Bryan & I are known to cuss like the sailors we are at certain moments--but we are careful around the kids, and are really careful when it comes to this particular word.
He was caught trying to spell it while riding in the daycare van. "F-O-..." Apparently, he and one of his friends were sitting around trying to think of all the bad words they know. Things like "butt", "fart", "hell", and "boob"--mostly innocent words that we don't approve of due to the fact they they ARE little boys and easily get carried away with bad manners while using those types of "bad" words. After Brandon listed off all the bad words he knew, his older friend told him that he knew one more... Thankfully, they don't know the meaning of this terrible word, and it wasn't learned through hearing it from us.
Bryan had a good talk with him about bad words and the reason we don't say them, and clearly explained that if his little brothers magically start saying this word--Brandon will be blamed.
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