Say What?!

During our long weekend escapade of parading around childless we hit up the lovely Ross...ah. Ross. The place that resembles nothing less than a clothing massacre; the customers being the greedy crows circling around for the ambushed carcasses or cotton, polyester and silk. During my half-hearted search for clothing I couldn't help but encounter a nice family consisting of 2 small boys. Now, the boys couldn't have been more than 5 and 6 and the parents were trying to get the 6 year old to watch after his little brother whom the 6 year old declared "that is NOT my brother" (must be a blended family situation). Finally after trying to console his little "brother" the 6 year old lets out an exasperated "this is some bullsh*t." I look at mom. mom looks at me and in some fetal attempt to pretend to "discipline" the boy, she looks at him and shyly says, "don't cuss"...to that lady I say, don't try to impress me by disciplining him for something he more than likely says all the time around you and gets away with. The ease of the phrase escaping from his lips displayed a familiarity with the words that can only mean he is well versed in curse words and for that I don't judge you...I guess in the end he should be commended for being straightforward with his feelings...though embarrassing for you it was strangely liberating for him. And as for me? I choose to just walk away and let you handle that little situation you have created.