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.”
“Boobie?”
“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.
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OMG, I love it. Another great reminder to be REALLY sure what your kid is talking about/wants to know before embarking on any of *those* discussions.
Good for you for being willing to nip it in the bud though. I cannot stand “boobies” and especially from boys. It really irks me to see teenage boys wearing Save the Boobies gear “in support of breast cancer.”
And finally, I’m not surprised he wants to booby-trap B after her fake-puking stunt 😉