“AHHH!” I had bit my tongue while on a bike ride with HJ. And it hurt like a *@&#*.
“What was that crazy noise you made, mom?”
I explained to him that I bit my tongue, and it hurt so bad I almost said a swear word.
He replied with, “What’s a swear word?”
I love that he made it almost 7 years without knowing what that means. I told him it is a naughty word that you shouldn’t say.
“Oh, like the “f” word!”
“Um, HJ, what is the f word?” My fingers were crossed that he wouldn’t actually know the word, but I had to know if he did.
“You know…” He hesitated to say it, but I gave him a nod of approval.
“Frick”, he whispered.
Sigh of relief. Yes, the “f” word is frick.
“I also know the “a” word because of *insert neighbor boy name*. It’s ass.”