Well fook me!

You may have thought that I had died of embarrassment after eliciting just one measly comment from my last posting but it is worse ... the little rascal, nearing two years old now said a four letter word that stopped me in my tracks.

Whilst Zoo was eating his lunch, I pottered around the kitchen trying to sort out some juice and heard a clatter of cutlery on the floor. "Fook!" mutters Zoo staring at the floor.

I stand glued to the spot, petrified that I may have heard what I think I've heard.

Cream and I have tried our utmost not to say any inappropriate words in front of him especially as he has a tendency to pick up new words quickly. He has perfected the use of "pleees" and "tankque" and more recently "sawree", but this was not one that we has been practising. "Fartie" is the worse thing we've taught him so far.

"What did you say?" I ask trying to look unconcerned.
"Fook" he replies with a big smile on his face.

I try to ascertain exactly what he is saying and hoping it's not what I fear.

"Frog?" He shakes his head, "Fook."
"Fox?" "Fook."
"Fix?" "Fook."

Desperation is beginning to show now as beads of perspiration congregate ...

"Fish?" "Fook."
"Fart?" "Fook."


I run out of f words at this point and decide it's best to just ignore it and deal with the shame when he repeats it again in public. I pick up his spoon from the floor, give it a quick wipe for good measure and go back to pouring out his apple juice, with a deep sigh, wondering how I'm going to explain this to Cream.

"Ummmee" comes an angelic voice from the dining table. "Fook" he says pointing to the floor. It suddenly dawns on me that he is actually trying to tell me that he has dropped his fork!!

"Thank fucking God!!"

"Fookieee!!!" comes the reply from the table .... "Oh, bugger!"