A few days ago when I asked Andrew about his day at school, he told me one of his classmates got in trouble for calling another boy a bad name. Here is how the conversation continued...(keep in mind Andrew answers questions just like Paul - short, to the point and with little, if any emotion.)
Me: What did he say?
A: I don't know.
Me (in total slick-investigating-mom mode): Do you know any bad words?
A: Just one.
Me (now, in a totally undetectable oh-my-goodness-what-is he-going-to-say-keep-your-cool-no-matter-what panic): What does it start with?
A: "S"
Me (now wondering, have I ever said the "S" word around him? Do 2nd graders say that? Where did he hear it? Does he say it? And I am SO glad he did not say "F"): What does it mean?
A: Be quiet.
Since we were laying on the bed, he did not see me smile at his answer. And I am pretty sure he could not detect the enormous amount of relief only a mom can feel knowing that her 8 year old son still thinks "shut up" is a bad word.
Lenten Sweet Sabbath
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