“an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected.”
For years we’ve drilled into our kids’ heads that words like “stupid” and “shut up” were bad words…words that could hurt. They even call them the “s” words, which frankly in the company of people who don’t know us can give quite the wrong impression. ack.
The older three have got this down. They KNOW that I’m all about using words in ways which are uplifting and honoring. They know how much I value the words we say. Well, ok, at the very least they “get” that I don’t like them to call each other names which will hurt.
So after all that hard work with the first three… the youngest, my three year old who is a pistol…a loaded freakin’ pistol watched some movie where everyone said “stupid” and “shut up” the whole time, I kid you not. I don’t even know what it was, I don’t even know if it matters. I just resigned myself that this way of talking is everywhere and you know, I just do the best I can.
He’s running around the house with “stupid” this and “shut up” that and whatever else he can muster to get a reaction to which I respond, “Yeah, so you know…maybe you could pick other words because those are not so great. They’re rude. Think of some better words to use, k?”
So we’re working on it…I mean, after all, if the worst he gets to is “stupid” and “shut up” I’ll be doing FINE, right?
Yeah, well…now he’s planning to write a movie, which of course, I LOVE. He’s explaining it to me one day and it so happens that his main characters are called “Stupid” and “Shut Up.” He’s taking his sweet three and a half year old time to describe the entire premise which in three and a half year old time takes like 20 minutes with every other word being “Stupid” and “Shut up.”
I keep interrupting with “So can you call your characters something ELSE maybe ’cause those are not such great names for people….they’re rude, man.” He ignores this.
Finally I just give up. My son has personified the “s” words into characters in a story. There’s got to be grace in that, yes? I like to think so.
With my oldest hitting puberty I’m not sure I’ll survive.