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F day

Last night, it happened. F day. My (almost) 6 year old son Isaac dropped his first four letter word.

Dunno where he picked it up from (my guess is Childcare or school). We were discussing teeth, and I pointed out his new big tooth, and he said:

"It’s fucked."

I didn’t believe I’d heard right, so I said "What?"

"It’s fucked."

For a second I couldn’t comprehend that he would be saying such a thing. But there’s nothing else it could’ve been.

It didn’t make any sense in that context, and I’m guessing he had no idea (even figuratively) what it meant. I told him that wasn’t a nice thing to say, and he said "Okay Dad", and I left it there.

Sigh. They grow up so fast.

Postscript: Thankfully, it may have been "It’s fat" with a funny voice.

By Daniel Bowen

Transport blogger / campaigner and spokesperson for the Public Transport Users Association / professional geek.
Bunurong land, Melbourne, Australia.
Opinions on this blog are all mine.