The F-Bomb

Last week after I awoke the children Max comes in and asks me what the F-word is. I reply, "I don't know, what is the F-word?"

"I don't know. Come on, just tell me."

"Where did you hear that word?" I ask

"No where."

"Well, then why are you asking what the F-word is if you never heard it? I would like to know who you heard it from."

"Umm, well...ummm. So, at school Alex said that Nick said the F-word. So, I'm asking what the F-word is."

"I'm not going to tell you what the F-word is because it is an inappropriate word to say at any age. And I don't want to say it and I certainly do not want you to say it." While thinking to myself, are seven year olds really supposed to be exposed to this stuff, they grow up so fast these days. I'm pretty sure I had no idea that the "F-word" existed when I was seven. Meanwhile, Sissy is sitting there taking it all in, as usual.

"Okay."

Wow, the questions are only getting tougher.