This is what I get for reading to my children
I was reading Aidan a version of the “Puss-In-Boots” story. I didn’t pre-read the story, I just started reading, and it went something like this…
“ONCE UPON A TIME a miller died and left all he possessed to his three sons. But he only had these three things- his mill, his ahhhh, uhhhh…ummmm… ::whispers ass::, and his cat.”
My grandmother has a few words that most would consider swear words, but she doesn’t. As far as she is concerned, Sh** is just sh**, and a** is a**. I think maybe, those words may have been slang when she was young, but I don’t think they were swear words.
I took this moment to talk to Aidan about the word, ass. I told her that it was another word for donkey and that she might hear grown ups or even other kids say it, but that I did not want her to say that word, because it could be offensive to other people.
She just smiled like she always does, with her sweet little innocent face, and said:
“OK. So, I shouldn’t call people asses?”
“No, don’t do that.”
Hee hee, too funny.