My darling, innocent, sweet, seven year old cousin knows the word 'fuck'! And felt the need to inform me of this in a room with my mother, her mother, her little sister, grandmother, grandfather, and the elderly neighbor lady, though thankfully no one was listening to us. I am not old enough to go on a "kids today!" rant, and yet.
I didn't know 'fuck' when I was seven. Okay, I probably did. Still! I am disturbed and appalled.
Though, in truth, this conversation hurt my soul much less than the one we go through every time we color:
Her: Is that a boy?
Me: It's a girl.
Her: Well, why does she have short hair?
Me: Girls can have short hair.
Her: Why isn't she wearing a skirt?
Me: Girls can wear pants.
Her: It's better if they wear skirts. Is she wearing make-up?
Me: ...Baby girl, where do you get this from? I know your parents don't act like this.
Her: Everyone knows it, duh.
I didn't know 'fuck' when I was seven. Okay, I probably did. Still! I am disturbed and appalled.
Though, in truth, this conversation hurt my soul much less than the one we go through every time we color:
Her: Is that a boy?
Me: It's a girl.
Her: Well, why does she have short hair?
Me: Girls can have short hair.
Her: Why isn't she wearing a skirt?
Me: Girls can wear pants.
Her: It's better if they wear skirts. Is she wearing make-up?
Me: ...Baby girl, where do you get this from? I know your parents don't act like this.
Her: Everyone knows it, duh.