“Ooooh, you said a bad word!”
So the five-year-old informed me when I told him what I fixed for lunch today — to wit: chicken tenders.
“What?” asked his mother.
“He said ‘tenders’,” Caden informed her.
Heather, apparently unprivy to previous relevant conversations between her sons, continued to look confused.
“Tenders,” I knowingly explained, “as in, ‘oooh, he was kicked in the …'”
Heather made a valiant effort at explaining that chicken tenders were a perfectly valid form of food, and that ‘tenders’ was a perfectly acceptable word to use in describing them.
Caden, on the other hand, just continued to be amused that I, and now his mother, kept repeatedly saying a bad word.
So I tried a different tack. “I could say ‘I had four apples, BUT I gave Caden three.’ And it’s OK to say ‘but’ when I’m talking about the apples like that.”
Caden paused, and pondered this.
And then looked at me with his most serious expression and asked …
“What are ‘butt apples’?”