"Why, Mom?" he asked.
"Well, you've sung truck enough, let's move on."
"Is it a bad word?"
"Well, sometimes things just don't sound right when you say them."
"Is F*&k a bad word? Can I not say F*&k? What's wrong with F*&k?"
"Okay, that's enough. That's just not a word we say so let's not say it anymore."
"What does F*&k mean?"
"Sloan, seriously, time for a new word."
Sooooo...now I've got this word to deal with. Quite possibly one of the crassest words in the English language and my five year loves it. Lovely. I can't wait for his teachers to call me about this one. Unbelievable.
And then there's me...Sloan can ask an overwhelming amount of questions sometimes and really wants explanations for things. This can be daunting and at times, I come up with the most random things to tell him. For example, about a year ago, Sloan woke up crying in the middle of the night because he'd had a bad dream about a bear. I was in a sleep deprived stupor so I made little sense as I stumbled him back to bed. After he asked me for the 15th time if there were any bears where we lived I told him no, that bears only live in Oregon. That satisfied him and he fell back asleep. I went back to bed and after a few minutes thought, Did I just tell him that bears live in Oregon? To this day he still says that bears live in Oregon. God help the poor child if we're ever transferred to Oregon. Then, the other day, Tia convinced herself and Sloan that there was a monster in the back of the condo and they were both all in a tizzy. A reasonable explanation would have been to tell the kids that there are no such things as monsters, but I knew that would go nowhere because in their little mind monsters are very real. So before I could stop and think, I heard myself tell them that monsters only live in Canada. Seriously? Canada? I don't know where this stuff comes from.
Here are a couple more pictures per my mother in law's request! We went to the beach today and buried ourselves in the sand. Good times. Happy Monday!