Riding the Bus by Russ

Mr. B takes the golden chariot to school.  I suppose it is a rite of passage to a certain extent, and I knew it would be fraught with challenges.  I didn't expect those challenges to rear their ugly heads so quickly though.

Five years of watching my language.  Five years of monitoring what they watch.  Five years of chastising the in-laws about their language (particularly during football season).  All pissed away in one week on the bus.

Admittedly, it was just 'damn', which isn't the worst that he will say, but it is the worst that he has said.  So we are jumping on him pretty hard about not using it.  We haven't resorted to washing his mouth out with soap, yet.  If it continues, that may be a course of action we consider.  We'll just skip Lifebuoy.

In addition, he started asking how babies get out of the mommy.  (The next door neighbor's child evidently was asking her mom the same thing.)  We simply told him that mommy was able to push him out of her body. He has accepted it so far.

Of course there is my sister, who came home from school having learned that she has a 'bad finger', then proceeded to show everyone said finger.