What do you do when your child uses a “bad word,” in context?
You see, that’s the kicker. It’s one thing for the little parrot to repeat everything he hears, but to use an unsavory word in the correct way means that he understands it’s meaning enough to know when to use it.
And THAT, my friends, is not okay. It’s more not okay than Old Navy’s new shipment of floral prints. My son is two. He just learned how to say “I’m thirsty” and “Daddy’s at work.” He just learned who Santa Claus is. He can’t even walk down the stairs by himself yet.
He didn’t hear it on TV. We are TV Nazis. He didn’t hear one of us say it. Someone TAUGHT him that word. This seems to be my introduction to the part of motherhood when you realize that the environment that your child is in really does affect them in a deep way.
I know this is just the beginning. I have many more years of this ahead of me … but the first experience is a shock, like getting ice water dumped on your head. My child is a sponge, and I don’t have as much control as I would like to over what he absorbs in this world.