(This is about a year old but I forgot to publish it….)
the "f" word
Asher whispered to me on the way to piano last week. My friend at school said "f-u-c-h" is a bad word. First, it drove me insane that it was misspelled and had to correct it. Then I said, "Yes. it is a very bad word. one of the worst." REALLY? said Asher totally shocked. Worse than the S-H-U-T word (shut up).
Awhile back, Asher came home from school and said a friend (perhaps the same one as above? Who is this kid?) said it was bad to stick out your middle finger to someone. I said, yes it is and don't do it. he asked what it meant. I said it means "go away" in a very mean way. I was proud of my explanation without having to get into more details.
Fast forward a Thursday afternoon that always has us running to catch the bus to UW for Noe's speech therapy. There is a short window of time between when I get the kids from school and when we need to catch the bus. We almost always end up running up a Seattle hill, book bags and therapy bag in tow, in order to catch the bus. That day was no different, except the bus pulled away as we got to the bus stop. I couldn't believe the bus driver wouldn't open the door for us (he had closed it, but hadn't pulled away. I know they can't stop once they pull away) so I flipped him the bird in frustration. Most of my bird flipping was contained to my NYC living days, but once awhile, in an extremely frustrating situation, it makes an appearance. As soon as I did it, I heard Asher shout out, "Yeah, GO AWAY!"
We were walking University Ave trying to find something for a school project after Noe's therapy appt at UW. I looked down to see Noe was eating a bag of Swedish Fish. I didn't buy him any Swedish Fish. He had taken the five finger discount at one of our stops.