Once, when my son was around six, the neighbor came to our house to discuss my son's actions. Apparently, he and her son had been saying, 'Dirty words' according to her. I asked what they had said so that I could discuss the word with him. She got embarrassed and dodged the question. So, I asked if she could spell the word. Honestly, I don't know why I insisted on knowing exactly what he said. The word was so horrible that she wouldn't spell it and I assured her that if it was so terrible that she couldn't spell it, our son couldn't have learned it at home. My mind was racing wondering what curse word could be so horrible. Surely, my son hadn't called the other boy a cunt or pussy. Finally, she whispered to me, "He said, poo poo head. He called my son a poo poo head." I asked if she meant shit head and she looked at me like I had grown a new head. No, she meant poo poo head. Naturally, I started to laugh and she told me that in their house such language was not allowed and left in a huff. I don't think that her son played with mine anymore.
Granted, my son and hers shouldn't have been calling one another names but can you imagine if my son had let lose with a curse word?
Granted, my son and hers shouldn't have been calling one another names but can you imagine if my son had let lose with a curse word?
