This week is the bug’s birthday. As is our tradition, we took him on a birthday adventure for his special day. We then took him out to dinner. It’s always a fun trip for me because he is nothing if not enthusiastic. he chose the venison and nearly broke out into song as he ate. At the dinner table he recently said, apropos to nothing, “the way to a boy’s heart is through his chest.” The kid cracks me up.
anyway, on the way home from dinner that night, the subject somehow turned to swearing. I, with pride said, “yes, well you’ve never heard me say the humdinger”
“which on is that?”‘ he inquired
then stubby hubs hunk tells the bug that he has until we pull into the driveway to say any swear word he wants. He looked at us incredulously. Could this be a set up? Stubs assured him that this was not a trap.
i was running over the words he might use when from the backseat he says with utmost conviction. “FUCKING A!”. Stubs and I looked at each other and then both started laughing. He pulled out the humdinger. That’s my boy! I asked him if he had ever used that word before. His response?
“not out loud.” Love that kid.
some cultures or religions believe that you become a man at 13. In the monkey house, manhood comes in a trial by fire. The cuss test.
My boy in now a man.E