Shane ran over more excited than usual when I picked him up today.
"Dad! You'll never guess what happened! Someone at one of the girls' tables wrote a bad word on it!" he said.
"Oh?" I replied
"Yeah! It was F-U-C-K. I don't know what it means," he said. "What does it mean? How do you say it?"
I was tempted to reply, "Sound it out."
I didn't. I was tempted, not stupid (Though the idea of Shane mispronouncing it and thinking it was "Fook!" is hilarious).
I stayed stoic and said something, like, "Yup. That was naughty. What else happened today?"
Shane moved on to the next topic and I started composing the tale in my mind. After Carrie was upset about "D-I-C-K," I'd said, "At least it wasn't an F-bomb!"
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