The other night as I was getting my four-year-old son ready for bed, I asked him what story he wanted me to read. We'd been festering in a Walter the Farting Dog phase for a little while, so I was hoping for a reprieve from the rhyming tale of canine flatulence...even if only for one night.
Leaning over the bookshelf in the playroom across the hall, I began offering up titles of other stories from which my discerning heir could make a selection:
"F*cking Sucks" he replied from under the covers in the other room.
Did he just say what I think he said? No…I must have misheard him. Where could he have picked that up? I offer up another choice.
"Ok, what about The Paperbag Princess?"
"F*cking Sucks!!" he repeated...now clearly annoyed with me.
Thinking that my kid has picked up some choice vocabulary at daycare, I made my way across the hall to his bedroom and asked him to repeat what he just said...
"F*cking Sucks," he said again – only this time he said it while holding out a book over his head with both hands. It took less than a second for me to recognize the cover of one of our favourite bedtime stories, Fox in Socks by Doctor Suess.
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