Lessons From the Bus

Aaron got off the bus the other day with his friends, giggling and flipping me off.

"Look what I learned on the bus, Mom! It means the worst word in the world," he said as he was laughing.

"Aaron! That is not ok!" I said, as I was freaking out on the inside.

"It's just a joke, Mom. It doesn't even mean a word. They said it means F U, and that's just letters."

"Do you know what F U stands for Aaron? It stands for F#$K YOU." Aaron dropped is middle finger, the smile wiped off his face, and he looked down at the ground, ashamed.

"Oh. That is the worst word in the world. I've known that since I was three."

"That's right, and you better not do that again. Don't forget, there are video cameras on the bus, and the principal is watching you." I had to add that last part for good measure.

I really thought the first time Aaron flipped me off would be as an angsty teenager, and that it would happen behind my back. Not as a Kindergartener.

At first I was livid. I thought these bratty bus kids are corrupting my sweet, innocent child. But, then I got to thinking: Aaron is a really good kid, and now that he knows better, I know it won't happen again.

On the other hand, I have to hope he doesn't teach Ryan about the middle finger.