You’re a dump truck!
So apparently today is America Recycles Day so be sure to…recycle.
As you know, my son, Little Harry Potter, turned 13 last Friday. He is an extremely intelligent kid who is getting pretty good at expressing himself. Several years ago, when Little Harry was about 3 or four years old, he had a problem. He was unable to pronounce some of his letters and sounds correctly. This is not unusual with children of this age group but it can definitely create some fun times.
I noticed one day that Little Harry was having a grand old time playing with his cars and Tonka trucks. I remember asking him if he enjoyed driving around his dump truck. This seemed innocent enough; however, he told me that he did like playing but not with a dump truck but with an ignorant person. Now this sounds odd but of course this story wouldn’t be noteworthy if he actually used those words.
Now, I found this to be hilarious because he knew he was saying something that was okay to say but it sounded like a curse word. I, being the responsible adult and father, utilized this to my advantage to make myself laugh.
I remember visiting my Pops one day when I decided to really have fun. Little Harry was sitting on his lap as my dad was doting on him and probably trying to teach him something about NASCAR. I saw my opening and I jumped at the opportunity. “Hey buddy”, I said to Little Harry, “call your Grandpa a dump truck.” My son turned and looked at his grandfather, smiled from ear to ear and said, “Gampa…you a dumb fuck!”
Aren’t children just the cutest things? At least he grew out of it and didn’t need Hooked On Phonics.
As you know, my son, Little Harry Potter, turned 13 last Friday. He is an extremely intelligent kid who is getting pretty good at expressing himself. Several years ago, when Little Harry was about 3 or four years old, he had a problem. He was unable to pronounce some of his letters and sounds correctly. This is not unusual with children of this age group but it can definitely create some fun times.
I noticed one day that Little Harry was having a grand old time playing with his cars and Tonka trucks. I remember asking him if he enjoyed driving around his dump truck. This seemed innocent enough; however, he told me that he did like playing but not with a dump truck but with an ignorant person. Now this sounds odd but of course this story wouldn’t be noteworthy if he actually used those words.
Now, I found this to be hilarious because he knew he was saying something that was okay to say but it sounded like a curse word. I, being the responsible adult and father, utilized this to my advantage to make myself laugh.
I remember visiting my Pops one day when I decided to really have fun. Little Harry was sitting on his lap as my dad was doting on him and probably trying to teach him something about NASCAR. I saw my opening and I jumped at the opportunity. “Hey buddy”, I said to Little Harry, “call your Grandpa a dump truck.” My son turned and looked at his grandfather, smiled from ear to ear and said, “Gampa…you a dumb fuck!”
Aren’t children just the cutest things? At least he grew out of it and didn’t need Hooked On Phonics.
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