This summer we went along with my husband to the Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio. We took some time to visit the National Museum of the US Air Force. It was amazing to our three boys as we strolled through rooms and rooms full of military planes.
We came across this one plane that had a swear word on it. Of course, my middle son read it aloud, totally oblivious to the fact that it was a swear word. Our oldest hung his head and practically died right there on the spot because people around us were chuckling. It went something like this:
Chase: “Mom! Look at that plane! It’s called The Strawberry Bitch! What a funny name for a plane!”
Chandler: “Oh my goodness, MOM. Did you hear what he just said! Oh my gosh. I am SO EMBARRASSED.”
Crowd of people around us: “giggle, giggle, snicker, snicker”
Me: LAUGHING OUT LOUD (I’m such a good role model.)
Chandler: “OH MY GOODNESS.” Walks away so as to not be associated with us embarrassing swearing people.
Then I got a hold of myself and explained to Chase that the “B” word can be used as a swear word so he really shouldn’t say it. He was all embarrassed and almost cried because he thought he was in trouble. We assured him that it was totally ok, just don’t say it anymore. And then we moved on. (After I took a picture and posted it to Facebook, of course.)
Fast forward to last week, months later, and out of the blue he says, “Mom, remember that one plane we saw at the museum that had that ooh-la-la lady on it with that ONE swear word that I said – but don’t worry I won’t say it – and then we laughed after I said it? That was funny, huh?”
Me: “Oh, you remember that, huh?”
Chase: “Of course, it was so funny!”
Me: “Oh yeah, I hardly remember that.”
Chase: “Oh, I do! I remember it!”
Well isn’t that nice. The kid can’t remember to put his dirty underwear in the hamper but he can remember this.