Emma is a very smart little girl.
She likes to ask, “What’s that?” as she points to something unknown. We tell her, “That’s a measuring tape, that’s a tripod, and that’s a candle.” She repeats, “Measuring tape. Tripod. Candle.”
Her pronunciation is quite good. Her ability to learn new words, retain them and apply them correctly is amazing. And that’s why this story is so…., um, unique.
Many of the classrooms at Emma’s school have fish tanks, mostly with goldfish and sucker fish. Some tanks have lots of goldfish with one sucker. Others have one of each.
Now, if what I’m about to tell you had only happened once, I’d have written off as a fluke. But it’s happened a number of times, and there’s no doubt about what she’s saying…
“Look, Emma! Look at all the fish in here!”
Emma gazes into the fish tank and exclaims, “F*CK!”
“Yes, Emma. Those are FISH,” I say, putting extra emphasis and enunciation on that last word. “FISH.”
Emma repeats, “F*CK!”
Daddy tries again: “FISH.”
Emma: “F*CK!”
Daddy: “FISH.”
Emma: “F*CK!”
We go back and forth nearly a dozen times, her pronunciation of the word never wavering.
And it’s not only “FISH” that become F-Bombs as they leave Emma’s mouth. “FROG” gets the same treatment…
