Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Since I haven't been posting many anecdotes here lately, it seemed appropriate to kick things off with a humdinger.
Lukie is in the second grade at our parish school. He sits in the front row, first seat on the left. He spends his days learning about subtraction, spelling words with silent e, and other mysteries of the universe. He's a good kid, I suppose. At least I haven't heard too many scary stories about him. Until now, that is.
Lukie sits with two other little urchins, we'll call them Butch and Buster. The three of them apparently had quite a scintillating conversation last week, according to Butch's mom, who shared this story with me.
Buster: (in a clear, loud voice) My brother said "F" to me. (Note: he did not exactly say "F.")
Butch: "F"? What's "F"?
Lukie: Yeah, what's "F"?
Buster: I don't know, but he said "F."
(At this point I imagine their teacher rushing toward them, her eyes wide, her hand over her open mouth, aghast. I also imagine this in slow motion, for effect.)
Teacher: WHAT are you boys saying????
At this point a lightbulb appears over Lukie's head, and wisdom and insight are his.
Lukie: "F"...hmm..what is "F"? I know. "F" is a cow.
Yep, my son then proceeded to tell the other boys that he was pretty sure that "F" was another word for cow.
Butch's mom and I enjoyed this episode more than we probably should, for two important reasons.
One: Lukie (and her Butch) did not report to the teacher that they heard their older brother/uncle/dad or MOM say that word, EVER. Thank you God.
Two: There is still some innocence left in this world. And some of it is in our particular children.
Thank you God.
Posted by Cathy Adamkiewicz at 2:30 PM