"anyway, Luca loves kindergarten... so far and already
has two best friends four stars by her name. When she gets five stars
she gets to pick something out of the treasure chest and there are
rings in there and she needs a new ring, because hers in broken, and
there are lots of things to tell... and they were saying potty words on
the playground so she told miss Rosen that the kids we saying potty
words and that she did too. they were saying "I'm going to suck your
blood" and suck your nose and suck your ear and she said only suck your
blood and didn't like too say it but she did. She only said that once
and also "suck your nose" but then she said she didn't want to say it
anymore. and she didn't pick chocolate milk at lunch time because it
isn't healthy. So I bought her a soda for dinner."
this was part of an email sent to me today by a good friend who was sharing pictures of his daughter's first day of kindergarten. it reminded me of the first time that i consciously swore:
i was in second grade and we were in the middle of a game of dodgeball. as we were lined up against the brick wall of the warming house of our outdoor hockey rink (in north dakota every public school pretty much has both a hockey AND figure skating rink for use in the winter time), my friend jake decided that he was going to swear. i decided that maybe it was time for me to make that leap as well. so, in between dodging those red rubber balls that were pinging off of the wall only inches from our heads, and after a few rounds of, "well, i don't know...should we? YOU do it first!", it happened. the most forced "shit!" ever was uttered. then it was said a few more times, just to work on different variations...
on the guilt-wracked walk back to class after gym was over, i remember thinking that it was painfully obvious that i was going straight to Hell and that mom and dad were going to be so mad about that.