The other day while we were driving Nathan started asking me about riding in the front seat. He wanted to know how old he had to be to ride in the middle of the backseat, not in a carseat and in the front seat. That led to more questions about what he could do when.

Nathan: Mom…when can I drive?

me: when you’re 16.

Nathan: Hmm….well how old do I have to be before I can say [cups his hand over his mouth and whispers] Jackass?

me: when you are a grown up, like when you are 18.

(sidenote: we’ve given up on trying to cover Nathan’s ears for every bad word that he overhears whether it be from one of us, a neighbor, the Marines, the TV etc. so we just tell him they are grown up words that only adults are allowed to use).

Nathan: Like really old? Like as old as you? As old as great granddad? Like 100? Ok….well, mom, what about shit? When can I say shit?

I suppose I should be thankful that that was the end of the expletives and his swear word vocab is limited to two words.

Filed under: yes he said that- and no I didn't teach him