“Mom, do you know what f*ck it means?” Finn asks while eating his morning oatmeal.
“Finn… did you say bucket?
“No, Mom… f*ck it. FFFFFF not bbbbb.”
“What does it mean, Finn?”
“Well if you don’t like someone. Sharon said it to Melanie in school today.”
“Oh.”
“It’s a bad word.”
“Yes it is. We can choose other words beside that word.”
“Yeah.” He agrees.
The next day he repeats the same conversation. We agree again it’s not a term we use. Then that’s the end of it. He hasn’t brought it up since.
Love it. Ah, I remember my first exposure to “bucket.” Do we all have this memory? I’m smiling now, but it was certainly embarrassing to “that old” and not know what apparently everyone else did. It will be interesting to see the “developmental” growth of this word for your son–thanks for sharing, Barb