My newest cousin (at least as far as I know) has the sweetest little face, and the brightest eyes.
Hi there Alyssa!
Jeff says he likes it when I rant. Not in person, of course, that’s yucky, but the written rants are okay.
Today I’d like to rant about teaching children to swear.
Now, in traditional child rearing, parents don’t swear and so…. children don’t swear. If they do swear, they get paddled, or grounded, or whatever the traditional punishment method is. Paul and I were not so much with the traditional child rearing, except those parts that are kinda apple pie, like getting them immunized and taking them to school and feeding, clothing and housing them adequately. But we did a lot of non traditional stuff, like nursing until they could talk and cosleeping. And, not to put too fine a point on it, we both swear. Paul is less pungent than I on most occasions, but he can certainly let out a beaut from time to time, and so, we had a dilemma.
The child rearing books frown most creasingly at hypocrisy on the part of parents. We were essentially left with two options; scold the children for imitating us, or – and this was not an easy decision – TRAINING them how to swear. On the face of it, this is nuts, but this is how it works.
About the time the kids start swearing – usually around four but you could probably profitably do it until the kid is about eight – you sit them down with all of the words, and you go through them all. FIRST. Do not assume that children know what the words mean. Make sure they know. This took almost an hour, because the kids got right into the swing of things, and also there were many side trips… kike, paki, chink and nigger took a long while to explain especially to kids who were in racially balanced daycare from the time they were tiny, and went to equally racially balanced schools. SECOND. Having defined the words, EXPLAIN WHY THEY HURT. The blasphemy words hurt people who are religious, the bodily function words hurt people who are squeamish, the slurs hurt real people ‘Fag” being an example, even if partly recovered by Dan Savage – anyway, you get the idea. You don’t tell kids that the words are bad, you tell them that they have varying effects on different people, and that some people would rather be slapped than listen to foul language. THIRD. You tell them – and this is really important – that there is not a single word on that list that they can’t say, in or out of context, at home. You also give them a list of adults they may swear in front of. In other words, you kinda sorta keep a secret – that there are people who know, and people who don’t know. There are people on the inside, and people on the outside. There isn’t a four year old on the planet who isn’t familiar with this level of mild social hypocrisy but you’re also providing a safety valve in case the kids need to talk about something important with a family intimate – who isn’t you – thank you Jan and Soon and Catherine. FOURTH You give them the Canonical List of people NOT TO SWEAR IN FRONT OF.
At the end of our dialogue – imagine keeping the attention of a four year old girl and a six year old boy for two hours, which we did, and many times Paul and I were blown away by the observational skills and emotional savvy both kids demonstrated that day – the kids had a working knowledge of swearing and they didn’t break training until Katie was 11. After that I didn’t really care – nobody was expecting me & Paul to have ‘control’ over their behaviour at that point anyway.
YMMV. Blessed be!
Okay, first you see one little moose come out and play. Then mOm shows up. And then, when you think it can’t possibly get any cuter….. more moose!
This snake is so beautiful I can understand why some cultures worshipped them.
Scanged from Boingboing, of course. As is the next link to a weewwy cyute gun!
Looks like a pewter tankard banged into gun shape.
This morning, Miriam funnelling Bloody Marys into Katie at Las Carambolas, our favourite bar at the resort (I stuck with beer). Last night, lightning flashes in the distance around 1 am when we emerged from the disco. A night heron who posed for us, but who, when we first saw him, appeared to be mesmerised by the music coming out of the disco (he was actually using the lights to hunt crabs). I walked up to him slowly and he ran like the hammers for the water but did not consider taking off. Then he came back and eyed the moths longingly.
Walking in the waves with the brilliant stars overhead speculating on when the next nova that will be visible in the daytime will occur. Then a DAMNED BIG COCKROACH. Outside. And proud as anything; she scarcely moved when I tapped the railing next to her.
This morning, we called for the big lizard (about an 8 inch body), who greeted us every morning for three days and then inexplicably vanished – and there he was, running along the path to say goodbye. Katie finally catching a glimpse of the enormous hummingbirds. A woodpecker in the palms. Check out ludicrously easy and they gave me my change in American money, which, if you knew how f*****g hard it was yesterday to get enough US money together to leave the country, was as laughable as how painless the checkout was after the extended agony of my interactions with the front desk over the course of the last week.
Now I’m sitting in the internet cafe and I just forked over about 20 bucks for Katie to get braids.
Happy birthday to me.
Finn Family Moominaddams
Cheese off your colleagues
Well, they have to live SOMEwhere.
Toenails and Forensics
Bigfoot video is 40…. I still think it’s a guy in a two part suit. Why no feet? Doesn’t the ‘rippling’ look like a costume folding? Why the line right along the midsection?
If animals could blog….
These mushrooms are probably fake, but great for Halloween.
A GREAT language blog, hours of fun here.
Honest to God, I thought the kid would make an exit there and then.