When I learned the F word I was in Kindergarten and the sweet neighbor girl up the street told me one morning while we were waiting for the school bus.
I put that word in a treasure box in my brain so that I’d remember to share it with my Mom when I got home.
I sat on that word all. day. long.
That evening I perched myself onto the stool in the kitchen while my Mom stirred sauce and my older brother set the table.
“MOM! I learned the F word today!! Misty told me!”
My brother snickered, “What F word? Let’s hear it Kathy!”
My eyes widened…could I really say the word? Did I sense some doubt in his voice? Did he not believe I actually knew the F word?
I glanced at my Mom who I imagine was not interested in encouraging cussing, but was equally intrigued by what word her five year old could have possibly picked up at school.
“Say it Kathy…just say it…”
He was really egging me on.
“FINE! I will,” I said…not one to turn down anything that sounds like a dare.
The word is, “FFFF…FFFF….FFFFF…”
I knew it it didn’t sound right the moment I let it out of the treasure box,
My brother fell to the floor laughing, “oh yeah Fox! Boy Kathy don’t you go around telling people to Fox…that would be really bad!”
I was so mad at myself for forgetting the bad word. So much for my treasure box memory keeper.
My nephew recently came home with a similar F word experience to share with his mom…watch this:
Is it wrong that I’m just a little bit proud of him for actually remembering the word? When did you learn it?
Click here for the video.