A couple of weeks ago, Squirts, DeDe and I went to dinner with Jeremy, a new friend of ours. Or as Squirts calls him, “coffee Jeremy,” to distinguish him from “cousin Jeremy” (his cousin), and “mean Jeremy”(a less-than-friendly child in his class).
At some point in the meal, Squirts looked up in horror at his mom and me and said, “Jeremy said the ‘Sh’ word!” After looking only a little flustered at being called out by a four-year-old, Jeremy continued the conversation. A few minute later, Squirts interrupted again with “Mommy, Jeremy said the ‘b’ word!”
We smile awkwardly as we pat Squirts hand and encourage Jeremy to continue. Finally, all conversation comes to a screeching halt when Squirts blurts, “But Daddy, Jeremy just said the ‘f’ word!”


