Today, Cole told me he was going to kick my ass. I don’t remember why, but that’s not important. He said, “I’m gonna kicka your ass” (that wasn’t a mistype – he said “kicka”)
I told him “ass” was a bad word and to say “butt” instead. In hindsight, I think maybe I should have first addressed the fact that he said he was going to kick my ass before focusing on the profanity portion of the statement.
He then displayed his extensive knowledge of all bad words. He asked, “ass is bad word?” I nodded.
He said, “fuck is a bad word too, Mommy, huh”. I nodded.
“Bitch is bad word”. I nodded.
“Shit is bad word too”. I said, “yes, Colebert. That’s enough. Thank you”.
“Asshole bad word, Mommy?”
At that point I looked over at him and caught him smiling.
So smooth. I’m just glad he’s smooth at home instead of at school or at the store. For today, anyway.