That train said "What the f***!"

You can imagine my horror as Josh says to me (in very plain and clear English I might add, despite his many other words he is still mastering), "That train fall down and he said 'What the f***!'"



We (Josh and Cal and I) were playing trains today. Made the biggest track we could put together with the pieces we had, added lifts, and bridges, and tunnels, even put fresh batteries in 2 of the trains so everyone was up to speed. Cal was doing exceptionally well as he sat back and enjoyed watching 2 engines go along the track while holding 1 in his hand. He usually likes to see them go, but also can't stop himself from grabbing one or breaking the track, etc. But today, he was doing great. The track we made today had lots of curves and turns. And Josh's newest engine is sort of heavy and square. I can't figure out who he is. Anyway, around the curve, he got derailed and fell off the track. And Josh, who personifies most toys :), says to me "That train fall down and he said 'What the f***!'"

When he says the word "jet" it sounds just like "sh*t" so I didn't really think his sweet face and innocent lips just dropped the f-bomb. So I asked him again what he said. And it really couldn't get any clearer. I didn't want to freak out and make a big deal of it because you know, that just makes them want to say it more - we're born with that sinful, rebellious nature. So I just didn't say anything for a few minutes as my head was about to explode with all the emotion + trying to figure out what's the effective thing to do.

After a minute or two, I just told him that the word he said the train said was very very bad and we shouldn't say that. He said the sentence again but in question form, and I said "Yes, that one. Don't say it again okay?" And he was fine with that. I asked him where he heard that and who taught him to say that. His answer? Get this . . . Cal. Haha! What a character.

I know he doesn't use this phrase when I'm not around (Ha! what a thought) and he doesn't even know what it means. But man, it hurts my heart to hear it from my sweet boy. Seriously, makes me want to cry. For the last 4+ years, I've told Scott that the day my kids say their first curse word (and in correct context no doubt) that we are going to have a huge fight. I don't feel like fighting though. I just feel sad. It's strange how much I want to cry. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I got the cell phone out and recorded a video to send to Scott at work. Made him sad too.