My mom always said I would be paid back for all I did as a teenager to make her hair go white. I blame the white hair on my brother. He was much worse than I ever was. (giggle) I know today that the sweet teenager I have in my home was Gods way of giving me the calm before the storm. Still he is quite funny and quick witted.
My funny boy came home from a weekend that included 3 sleepovers. One at his dads, one at one of his BFF's, and the other was a 13th birthday party for one of his longest known BFF's. He came home with stories:
Me: How was your weekend?
Me: How was the party?
Z: Good. (With a priceless expression, a mix between disgust and shock and amusement) Mom, those kids have potty mouths on them.
Me: Really? Your sweet little friend is a curse monster?
Z: No not him it was two of the other kids. They were obnoxious. I started falling asleep and one of them said "Lets color on his face" so as he put his hand towards my face I grabbed him and put him on his back. Unfortunately that woke the whole house with his shriek of surprise and pain.
Me: Really? Did you have to make him shriek?
Z: I didn't expect that he would sound like a little girl.
Me: Nice. I heard they were drawing in the sand, maybe some not so nice words.....
Z: Yeah it was that one kid. Mom he has a worse potty mouth than the guys at Uncles shop.
Me: Really? That takes some talent.
Z: I know! It was every other word and then sometimes every word that came out of his mouth was a cuss word. I almost didn't understand him for the lack of actual content between curse words. Then he kept flipping me off and being completely annoying.
Me: So what did you do?
Z: Well, when the kid flipped me off again I told him I was flattered by his offer but I was straight.(Total nonchalance on his face like yeah stupid stop messing with me, you have cuss words, I have their meanings, my mom made me read about them every single time I learned a new word.)
I don't know about you but that was not the response I expected to receive from my 13 year old. I lost it. I don't care that was funny.
Me: How did that go over?
Z: They were in stunned silence for a few minutes then they stopped flipping me off.
Priceless. I guess all my talking to him about language usage and making sure he understood what he would be saying has paid off in more than one way. Not to mention half the population of his friends are terrified to say those words in front of me due to my threat of making them lap book the word, learn its meaning, and history. FYI the F word is usually considered to be first attested to around 1475, but it may be considerably older.