K-boy just celebrated his 13th birthday. The items on his birthday wish list were pricier than they used to be, and BadDad and I took our time deciding exactly what to get for him. In fact my hubby ended up finishing the shopping during his lunch break on the big day.
D-boy was worried that we wouldn't get it all done in time. The other night after dinner he whispered to me, Mom we only have a few days until K-boy's birthday. We'd better get busy!
Me: I know, Sweetie. We'll shop on Wednesday. Do you have any ideas?
D-boy: I think he'd like some rap music.
He's right. K-boy is going through a phase of gravitating to music that BadDad and I don't care for so much. The deal is that he can listen to certain artists, but not around his younger siblings.
D-boy: I know what I will do. I'm going to rap for him!
I was touched that he would think of something so personal for his big brother.
Me: That's a great idea, D-boy!
D-boy: I know! I'll just say all of the bad words that I know!
My jaw may have dropped then.
Me: Huh?! No, you don't need bad words. You could just rap, Happy Birthday!
D-boy: Mom, bad words are the whole point of rap!
Me: You're not allowed to say bad words, D-boy. Smart people can always think of better words to use.
D-boy: I need to use bad words for rap, Mom! I'm going to say....
I held my breath and cringed. Could my six year old really know bad words?
D-boy: I'm going to say stupid! And dogbreath!
I struggled not to laugh with relief. Then I told him not to talk that way.
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