The twins are nine now and have recently discovered the existence of Bad Words.
Obviously they find such forbidden words fascinating, and often tell me about something they heard another kid at school say with an air of shocked glee.
- Kid:”I would never say this, Mommy, but Tanner said the S word. The S H word, Mommy. The S H I word. The S–”
- Me: “Yeah, yeah. Stop now; I get it!”
This has led to some less-than-fun conversations about what these words actually mean. Ugh.
Anyways, this summer we happened to pass a mall with a Dick’s Sporting Goods store and they noticed it.
Little Boy stage-whispered to his sister, “Look!!” She gasped. “That store is named after a bad word.”
I remained silent and listened to them process this shocking information together in the back seat. “Why would they do that?” Little Girl wondered aloud.
“Maybe it’s the name of the guy who owns the store,” Little Boy mused. “Maybe that’s his name and he named the store after himself. ”
Little Girl was horrified. “Why would anyone name their son after a penis?” she said.