Dirty Words and Squealer

Squealer: “Dad, is butt lick a bad word?”

I sat frozen as I considered my six year old’s query. We’re pretty old school (read “legalistic”) with profanity in our household. The word “butt” is verboten (verbutten?) in our home, even moreso if you append it to the term “lick” (or any other verb for that matter).

Me: “Son, where did you hear that word?”

Squealer: “I don’t know.”

Me: “Did you hear it at school?” (“Objection, your honor. The prosecution is leading the witness!”)

Squealer: “I don’t know. I think I heard it at school.”

I think he affirmed school as the origin because it’s the middle of summer and that’s a pretty safe place for the blame to rest. I was puzzling this through when he repeated his question.

“Daaaaad! IS BUTTLICK A BAD WORD?!” he slowly, and forcefully repeated.

Me: “Yes, son, you know it is. We don’t say the word butt, we certainly don’t say it as a combination with another word. Butt is a bad word, so we don’t say words that have butt in them.”

Squeaer: (after thinking for a few seconds) “We can’t say the word butler?” he asked incredulously.

Facebook

As a four week old newbie in the area of Facebook, I’ve enjoyed exploring the new medium. PC World creates an amusing (and accurate) taxonomy for the basic 12 types of FB status updates. (And don’t you like my subtle display of street cred to use the abbreviation FB instead of writing out Facebook?) My only addition to the taxonomy would be one distinct to the Christian subculture: Prayer Requests.

Christians are definitely into Facebooking (more street cred) prayer requests. Are there others out there I'm missing?

Web Site Story

If the musical West Side Story were retold today in a world of social networking, what would it look like?

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I share their dislike of evite and I too am all about Pandora. Still not Twittering, however...

Fish Anecdote

Me (during a lecture): “Take for example, the peach shirt I’m wearing...”

Him (interrupting): “Dr. Taran, that’s not peach, its salmon.”

Me: “What?”

Him:”That shirt isn’t the color peach, it’s salmon.”

Me: “…I guess that explains why I’ve had the urge to flop up the stairs all day today.”