Scorch came home from school today just full of it today. No idea what was up with that kid, but he was a wild man. I had already spoken to him twice about the potty words he was using when I heard him in the other room start chanting “Boobies, boobies, boooooobies!” over and over.
Huh- that was a new one.
Now, I get that I’m raising a boy. At 6, he’s not a baby any more and he’s learning new words and concepts all the time. I can’t stop the march of time, but I can darn well do my damnedest to raise a gentleman. A gentleman who uses correct verbiage for body parts. So, with a full head of steam, I walked purposely out to the living room, intent on having a conversation with my son about slang words, body parts and showing some respect. It wasn’t going to be fun, it wasn’t going to be pretty- but I was ready.
“Scorch- that word you were saying? We need to have a talk about it.”
“Yup- that’s the one.”
“Why? Are we going to build one?”
“Build one what, bud?” <I’m way confused now>
“A booby trap. Like on Indiana Jones- are we going to build one?”
“Ohhhhh….nope. Never mind- forget I said anything.”
And that is how I ended up spending a good part of my evening planning with Scorch how he could build a booby trap for his sister. Awesome.