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elbalesStarring Me, aged 4, walking down the driveway of my preschool hand-in-hand with my mother and dangling my stuffed Winnie-the-Pooh from the other wee fist. Mom is talking with the daycare lady.
E, looking up at Mom: Pooh Bear's a fucker.
Daycare lady: *dies of mortification*
Mom: Well, I don't think that's a word we want to say, honey.
E, blissfully oblivious: Okay.
Memory ends, for which we can all be grateful.
E, looking up at Mom: Pooh Bear's a fucker.
Daycare lady: *dies of mortification*
Mom: Well, I don't think that's a word we want to say, honey.
E, blissfully oblivious: Okay.
Memory ends, for which we can all be grateful.
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Date: 2009-01-31 07:44 am (UTC)Apparently, I learned my very first word after my mom burnt a pan of cookies... but after that, I was a "cute" kid who did things like put my balance in my pocket so I wouldn't lose it.
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Date: 2009-01-31 07:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 08:55 am (UTC)(But I'm still smirking.)
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Date: 2009-01-31 08:56 am (UTC)(Is that a joke about the balance? I mean, an old-chestnut sort of joke? I've never heard it before.)
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Date: 2009-01-31 09:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 01:12 pm (UTC)the whole reason I try to not make a big deal out of it when the kids experiment with "bad" words, lol, is that they usually don't even mean anything bad by it... that, and I think making it "forbidden" makes them say it more.
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Date: 2009-01-31 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 09:42 pm (UTC)