'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I wonder when the parent tries to shush the child (if the above will ever be explained or if they talk about this thing all the time and the only lesson will be for the kid not to talk in public) and I'm appalled at the parents to punish a kid for saying such things.
Oh, Sparky is me. So very much.
A few years ago, the three-year-old daughter of a friend of mine told me that I was fat. No big issue, because hey, she's three. And I think her mom is a really great parent.
So after our morning group meeting, my boss called me in to meet with her alone.
Yeah.
So I have an Offer of Employment.
They wanna keep me! Benes, vacation...a JOB!
Aims, if it helps any, Iris has walked up to (a couple) people (for instance my mom) and said, "you're old. You're going to die soon." We're trying to talk to her about it, but it still comes flying out at all the worst times. That and "when our dog dies, can I have a cat?"
There hasn't been any dying going on in our family lately (knock wood), so all I can figure is that someone from her class had a relative pass away and was talking about it.
::headdesk::
eta: 1 knock wood, 1 gerund eradication
MM, that's fantastic! GO YOU!
When I was talking to my mom, I asked her how she taught us about race and "different" folks and she said she never really addressed it formally, just corrected us if someting came up, but she said her and my dad always made sure that everyone we wever came in contact with was treated like the person before regardles of anything that made them "different" from us. So, I'm gonna take that lead.
They wanna keep me! Benes, vacation...a JOB!
Congratulations! (Have you told your phone, yet?)
YAY HONEY!!
Congrats, MM!
Guess who has to call Roto Rooter again today? *sigh*
What they said, Aims. And fwiw, the way my parents dealt with my lily-white hometown was to get me into summer activities and camps that were highly diverse (socioeconomically, racially, and ethnically) so that I began to see people of various colors and backgrounds as "normal." It took some time, but it did wonders for my perception of who was in the world and my realization that "they" (whichever category you wanted to pick) were not a monolithic group who would judge me. Those early lessons are the only reason that I managed to leave for college with relationships beyond the confines of a white, upper middle class town.
ETA: Yay job, MM!!