For first time in my kid’s 7 years of life, the dreaded F word came out of his mouth at the dinner table.
A dead silence ensued.
I was at least relieved to know that he didn’t know what it meant. As I was trying to figure out how to deal with it, I recall my own experience with it when I was a teenager in a foreign country struggling to learn English.
It was one of very first words that I acquired while trying to mimic and fit in. I can still remember the impact of that word on people’s faces as I uttered casually. They expressed shock and confusion, but eventually smiled and forgave me.
It has come a full circle; now it’s my turn to smile and forgive as my kid gets bigger and inevitably acquire more choice words.