It’s not like we use a LOT of bad language around here. We cleaned up our act when Ellyn was around 3 or so and she called my brother Kurt a very bad name. [in Ellyn’s defense, Kurt was teasing her and the name she called him was fairly accurate, but that is neither here nor there] I will admit that since our girls have flown the nest, and we don’t have to set a good example on a daily basis, our standards may have slipped a bit. But now that Ellyn and Jason have spawned a little tape recorder, with another one coming up through the ranks, they are concerned about the utterances Mark might bring forth in a public setting, say in Sunday School. Therefore, we all have to be on guard about how we express ourselves these days.
I was a Sunday School teacher for a good many years and I have heard quite a few unexpected and shall we say, unusual things come out of kids’ mouths. While it was sometimes disconcerting, I was always a little relieved frankly, because I figured it distracted people from things like Ellyn pulling her dress up over her head while singing in children’s choir [she was 18 when she did this.][not really!][she was 4] or Lauren’s replies to some of Pastor Jim’s questions during the children’s sermon. [Pastor Jim, in an effort to help the kids appreciate their Mom’s efforts asks – “So what does your Mom do around your house?” Lauren: “She likes to take naps.” and just when I thought that would be the worst of it that day, her hand shot up so she could add: “and she likes to drink wine!”]
Not only did I teach Sunday School, I was the Sunday School Superintendent, and now people were picturing me swilling down wine, apparently in quantities vast enough that I required frequent naps. I expect they figured I probably just quietly slumped over from time to time. We are not necessarily a tee-totaling church, but imbibing to this extent might make some people question your relationship with Jesus, just a little.
Still, I understand Ellyn and Jason’s concerns, and we want to be allowed to spend time with our grandchildren [though with supervision of course, because of the wine-swilling thing], so we make every effort to comply. We aren’t just talking about your standard 4 letter b-a-d words here of course. We can’t say anyone is s-t-u-p-i-d, even if they are. You can’t tell anyone to stop acting like an a-s-s, even if they are totally behaving like one. Same deal for j-e-r-k, i-d-i-o-t and f-o-o-l. Not even while we are watching the news! Do you know how hard it is to watch the news in an election year when you can’t call anyone an i-d-i-o-t?
Trouble is, though I got straight 100s in spelling from the day I was born, some of us are a little more challenged in this particular skill. Jason told Ellyn to “stop being s-t-u-i-p” the other day. Larry has told me several times to “cut the c-a-r-p”. Not a problem since I don’t like fish. It does look as though Mark may have inherited my spelling ability though. And we are all going to have to switch to pig latin before he decides to demonstrate this valuable abilty to his Sunday School teacher.









