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Entitled: "Kids Say The Dirtiest Things" (named by Stacie H!)
Last summer, I read The Help by Kathryn Stockett and instantly fell in love with the story. I knew and loved all the characters and considered Skeeter to be my BFF for a while. I told everyone I saw (even the woman on the elevator in the doctor's office) to read this book.
As soon as the movie came out, I rushed out to watch it. I thought the message was such an important message - one that, hopefully, The Daughters, would never know first- (or second- or third-) hand, but a lesson I didn't want them to miss none the less.
It was a Friday night; I popped popcorn; and we settled in as a family to watch The Help and talk about what we could learn from this movie. I knew there were a lot of deep and heavy issues, and I briefly touched on them before the movie telling The Daughters that we could talk about anything they had questions about.
We were partway through the movie and a very important scene presented itself. Within this scene, we heard (not for the first time) the word S#!+. But, it's not just used as a curse word. It's obvious that this word has meaning - in this scene, it's more than just a curse.
Now, Daughter 2 has heard S#!+ on more than one occasion: at Hellmart, at school, even at home (not from me, though, OK?!!). And, Daughter 2 has known that the word S#!+ is not a word that she has permission to speak under any circumstances. And, fortunately for me and The Dad, she hasn't pushed the issue (with this particular curse word). Much.
"Wait, Momma," Daughter 2 said when the scene was over. "I don't understand why she said that cuss word. It doesn't make any sense to me."
"Well," I started, thinking that never in my 10 years as a momma would have I thought that I'd be explaining THIS to my child, "S#!+ means poop."
"Poop? Really!??!" Daughter 2 laughed incredulously, "I never knew that." She chuckled a little, and we continued watching the movie.
It wasn't 10 minutes later that she hopped off the couch and said, very matter-of-factly, "Pause the movie, please. I've gotta go S#!+."
"Daughter 2!" I gasped, "You cannot say that"
"What?" she said with all the innocence she could muster inside her ornery, little loop-hole-finding body, "You said it means poop!"
So I did... This was not the lesson I intended, but it's a lesson that I, as a momma, will not soon forget. And the lesson is this: If this kid doesn't grow up to BE a lawyer, she might actually NEED one!
