Scene: bedtime. Molli Malou is chatting happily about her day while changing into her nightgown.
“Daddy, do you know what? Today at børnehaven Jonas said he was going to pull a bone out of my nose.”
“That wasn’t very nice. Why–“
“I didn’t do anything, Daddy, it was because Simon had a bone in his mouth, and that wasn’t good because he could choke, he could choke and die, and I said he should take it out, and he didn’t, and Jonas said he would pull a bone out of my nose.”
“Well, honey, I’m sure–“
“He said he would pull it out and make blood, daddy!”
“Well–!”
“Not just that, but you know what he said? Not just there would be blood, but there would be f–king blood!”
“Oh no! What an ugly word!”
“I know! You can’t say f–king, daddy! Not to people! You can only say it about our car. You can say, ‘This f–king car!’ Right? Right, daddy?”
And really, what could I say?
(Although she must have been talking about the Toyota–I haven’t yet learned to hate the Cee’d the way I hated that Corolla…)
They're learning these words younger and younger! But what bone was he gonna pull out of Molli's nose? Ych!
lmao!!!!
Well, thats a lovely word! I hear it all the time at lunch. At least molli knows not to use it. How old is this Jonas kid?
A lovely anecdote. Glad she makes the connection not to say to people. Now about that bone.