Silly Buggers was the Game of the Moment, and Monkey Boy was throwing himself into it. Literally.
He then decided, as I was attempting to drain the pasta, to make his way through the kitchen … with both legs in one leg of his pants, and both feet wedged into one slipper. I succinctly advised he get out before someone or soemthing got hurt. Also made reference to stupidity of actions.
“Can I swear if I fall over?” he asks.
“If”!? Where’s “if” come into it.
“No. No swearing. Ever.”
“But just if I fall over. I could say the “F” word and the “S” word. Oh, and the “C” word.”
I was stunned for serveral moments. Speachless and immobile as several things ran through my mind … “where did he hear that?” “who has he been talking to?” “have I inadvertently used the word in front of him?” … “did I call him one?”
(A likelihood given some of his behaviour of late …)
About to launch into a “Don’t you ever use that word” type tirade, I thought I’d better check my facts.
“What “C” word, specifically, are you referring to?”
“You know, the “C” word – “crap”.”