My seven year old son got in the van in the parking lot of school today and proudly announced that he’s learning “cursing” at school. The twelve year old kinda’ looked at me funny and said, “Uh-oh.”
I quickly imagined any number of situations where a teacher or schoolmate on the playground let loose a string of vulgarities that my boy took in.
He continued: “Public schools don’t teach cursing anymore but Catholics schools do. Isn’t that great, Dad?”
Uhm.
“Oh wait,” I said. “Do you mean cursive?”
“Yeah,” he said.
Whew. I thanked goodness his ears weren’t hearing that yet. My twelve year old told him he said “cursing” and not “cursive.”
He laughed and said, “Cursing is what Joey does on the playground and gets into trouble sometimes.”
So much for not hearing that yet.
