Stung

As we were gathering our stuff to leave the park today, my oldest son broke out into a Funky Chicken dance. As he blasted by me in a jerky motion, I somehow deciphered that he had been stung by a bee. I told him to calm down, and let me look at it. The other kids found the culprit, a Hornet, as I looked him over. He was PISSED to say the least. Once he got over the initial shock he started to say "FFFFFFFFFFF" I started to smile a little and told him go ahead say it.

"I will give you one shot to say it, I'm sure you'll feel better."

"FFFFFFFFFFFFF.......no I better not, you'll get mad"

"No I won't, go ahead."

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUU.................I can't."

"Here, I'll do it for you.....FUCK!"

"Daddy, what does Fuck mean?" (Three year old)

"Awww Crap, I forgot you were right there, don't ever say that word, it's bad."

"I'm going to tell Mom that you said a bad word."

"Who wants Ice Cream?"

"ME!!!!!" (A chorus of four)

"Who said a bad word?"

"You did!"

"Who WANTS Ice Cream?"

"ME!!!!!"

"Who said a bad word?"

"What bad word Daddy?"

"Never mind, let's go get some ice cream."