Last night, I was saying goodnight to Mr. Z, just talking about the day and rubbing his back. We talked about the usual stuff: his Nintendo game "Animal Crossing," Greek mythology, death, farts & poop. You know, the classics.
So, he's winding down when he says, "Dad, I love my school so much." Music to any parent's ears. He really does love his school. His teacher is incredible, he has friends - what's not to love?
And, as any good dad would do, I replied, "Yeah, it's fuckin' great."
I don't know where it came from. The "parents don't say 'fuck'" filter must have somehow been switched off! I mean, I'll blurt out the occasional "shit" or "damn" when I slam a finger/limb/forehead into some sort of drawer/cabinet/door, but to toss out the "fuckin'" modifier so casually... frankly, I shocked even myself.
He was silent after I said it. I wasn't sure if he missed it or if he was saying to himself, "Fuck! Did my dad just say 'fuckin'?" Finally, he came back with a "What?"
My mind raced -- I had to think of a cover, and quick. The best I could come up with was, "I said, yeah, it's fun and great."
He either bought it or decided he'd let me think that he'd bought it. I'll never know for sure. That is, until he finishes his breakfast with a, "That Raisin Bran was fuckin' great!"