Out of the Mouths of Babes

As I was driving the boys to school today, I was privy to an entertaining conversation between Dagen and Davis. And, for the record, they are not all entertaining but every now and then, they change it up for dear ole’ Ma.

Davis: Bubby, do you know my friend Cass said a bad word at school yesterday?
Dagen: He did? What did he say?
Me: Um, whatever it was, let’s not repeat it.
Davis: {in a quiet whisper} He said the ‘F’ word.
Me: {insert head spin} HE SAID WHAT?!?
Dagen: Oooh. Did he have to flip a card? Calling someone fat is really bad.

Now, not to discount this at all because I’m obviously not okay with any sort of name calling but given the fact that I almost fell out of my driver's seat when I heard them refer to the ‘f’ word, I was a bit relieved to find out what they were really talking about.

Seriously, though. Had one of them dropped the real ‘bomb,’ I would have died. They are 7 and 5 and think that the word ‘stupid’ is also known as the ‘s’ word and I’d love to keep it that way for, oh, another 10 years if possible.

It’s funny. Most days, I find myself wishing they would grow up in hopes that they would pick up after themselves and properly clean out their own crack {although their father is only 1-for-2….or so I assume}. However, when I hear conversations like these, I want them to stay young forever.

Needless to say, I'd like to see Jesus come back before these boys hit middle school. I'm really not so sure about those years.

Where's that darn fountain of youth anyway?