My daughter has a friend across the road who has a bit of a different upbringing – more lackadaisical in terms of discipline (non-existent may be too harsh?). She often comes over and they play for an entire day.
Well yesterday my daughter said, ‘Mama, ________ said f’ (and here she said the whole word, with much emphasis on the’ ‘f and the plosive ‘ck’).
‘Oh did she?’, I replied. ‘Well, that’s not a word we use in this house, is it.’
‘No’, she emphatically answered. Then she though a bit and stated, again in full words, ‘If we go to those f’ houses we have to tell them that they shouldn’t say f’.’
I hid my face behind a piece of paper as I cracked up laughing whilst trying to affirm her wise words. Somehow she only saw the twinkle in my eyes and also thought she was pretty hilarious. Of course, I managed to state later that she was, in no uncertain terms, to use that word. She relied, ‘No, Mama.’ matter of factly and a twinkle in her eye as if we shared a secret.