Ah, yes, swearing. But they don’t call it swearing at age eight, they call it “saying a bad word.”The first time a child-turned-informant approaches you with such news, you might (understandably) be taken aback. The conversation may or may not play out like this:
“Mrs. MOV! Mrs. MOV! Jacob/ Joshua/ Jack said a bad word! He said the F-word!”You might feel beads of sweat collecting on your forehead. You might wonder to yourself exactly what kind of television shows second-graders (second-graders!) are watching nowadays to have ever been exposed to the F-word.
You might try to act calm. You are the adult, after all. You might try not to panic. You might mentally give yourself a little pep talk and tell yourself to take a deep breath. “Okay, Emily/ Emma/ Elizabeth, can you please whisper to me the word he said?”You might lean down to the height of the tiny girl as she cups her itty-bitty hand over her mouth close to your ear. Then she might clearly enunciate a word, a word you were not really expecting, a word that you never thought you would be so happy to hear:
“Fart.”Oh, okay, of course.
If you are around children of this age group for more than one day, your “bad word” repertoire might expand. You might learn an entirely new language, a language you were previously unfamiliar with. Here are some more words you might learn:
- The D-word: Dummy
- The S-word: Stupid
- The C-word: Ca-ca
- The H-word: Homework