No more Wu-Tang in the house.
When I came home tonight, Owen greeted me with "Konichiwa, puta."
"Where'd you learn the word puta?"
"I just made it up."
"Okay, but it's sort of not a nice word."
"Oh."
He looks up at me with a wide smile.
"What about konichiwa bitches?"
"Where'd you learn the word puta?"
"I just made it up."
"Okay, but it's sort of not a nice word."
"Oh."
He looks up at me with a wide smile.
"What about konichiwa bitches?"
Labels: The Moppets
posted by Greg Mills at 7:31 PM
5 Comments:
Moral of the story, it's good to have a large vocabulary. It gives you choices in life. It sounds like Owen is learning this lesson early.
Mrs Greg & I decided to bring some upbeat music with us on our roadtrip to New York - some of which included Snoop Dogg & Dre's 'The Chronic'. After the first 2 lines of either album, we realized that most of our favorite music has no place in a car with a smart-ass 2 and 4 year old in back seat.
Lesson learned.
I'm glad he has so many options. :)
Options are good & combined with imagination the sky's the limit.
It's not like his father's ever used that term before...oh wait.
http://bastardofaandc.blogspot.com/2006/06/25-fun-facts-about-teen-heart-throb.html
I'm sorry to hear about the GZA, the RZA, and the Ghostface Killah.
G.
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