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Humor Essay: Kids, swearing, and parental panic

By Justin Daniels

Ah, the joys of parenthood: sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, and the heart-stopping moment when your darling child drops an F-bomb at Grandma’s dinner table. It’s a rite of passage, really—a charming milestone on the road to raising a well-rounded individual.  But how do we, as responsible adults, navigate this treacherous territory?  Spoiler: it involves a lot of awkward laughs, careful rephrasing, and the classic “Where did you hear that?” interrogation.

The moment of truth
Let’s set the stage.  You’re enjoying a peaceful afternoon when suddenly, from the other room, you hear your three-year-old, little Timmy, enthusiastically shouting, “What the *#&%!?”  You drop your coffee mug in horror.  Not because of the mess, but because it’s like a tiny, adorable grenade just went off in your household.  Where did he even learn that? Was it the playground?  The TV?  Your husband’s questionable taste in comedy?

Your mind races through potential sources.  The cartoon?  The neighbor’s dog?  (Did that mutt teach him to swear? That would be quite the scandal!)

The approach: a balancing act
Once the shock wears off, you have two choices: correct him immediately or let it slide while you frantically look for a paper bag to breathe into. Most parents opt for the “calm but slightly panicked” approach.  You take a deep breath and say, “Timmy, we don’t say that word.  It’s not a good word.”

Ah, but here’s the kicker—Timmy, with his big, innocent eyes, looks up at you and replies, “Why not?  It’s funny!”  And in that moment, you realize you’ve just opened a Pandora’s box of curiosity.  He’s not just swearing; he’s testing the boundaries of language, and oh boy, is he enjoying it.

The art of redirection
Now, this is where your skills as a parent really come into play.  Instead of launching into a long, dry lecture about the morality of swearing—let’s be honest, no one listens to those—you decide to be creative.  “You know what’s fun?  Making up silly words! How about ‘flibberflop’ or ‘snickerdoodle’?  Those are way cooler than any bad word!”

Timmy thinks for a moment and shouts, “flibberflop!” with the enthusiasm of a tiny comedian.  Success! You’ve turned a potential disaster into a comedy show.  However, deep down, you know he’ll probably throw “flibberflop” into a conversation with his preschool teacher, leaving you to explain later why he wasn’t using standard English.

The long-term strategy
You may think that one redirect solves the problem, but kids are persistent.  Days later, you’re at the grocery store when Timmy shouts, “Look, Mommy!  That lady is such a flibberflop!”  You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as the lady in question shoots you a quizzical look. It’s time for damage control.

With all the grace of a ballet dancer in a minefield, you swoop down to Timmy’s level.  “We can call people ‘flibberflops’ in our house, but outside, we call them nice names, okay?” You smile sweetly, while inside you’re screaming, “Please don’t let this go viral on social media!”

The final showdown
Eventually, the day will come when your little angel attempts to use swear words in the right context. You know the moment: he’s playing with his action figures, and suddenly, one of them falls over.  “Aw, *#&%!?” he shouts, echoing the very sentiments you tried so hard to quash.

In that moment, you’ll have to decide: laugh or correct?  You choose a middle ground.  “Well, it’s more like ‘oh no!’ but I admire your passion!”  You then take a moment to thank the universe that you’re not dealing with full-on tantrums or teenage angst just yet.

The swear word chronicles
So, as your child navigates the wonderful world of language—sometimes with expletives and sometimes with creative alternatives—remember that these moments are not just about correcting behavior.  They’re about fostering a love for language, creativity, and humor.  And while you may find yourself facepalming more than once, you’ll also be crafting a tapestry of memories filled with laughter and the occasional “flibberflop” that makes parenting an unpredictable but delightful adventure.  After all, isn’t that what it’s all about?