Time To Change the Dial

On my morning commute I listen to one of those typical 'morning commute' radio stations with the bubbly hosts, mindless chatter and entertainment gossip. Even though the conversation sometimes verges on PG13 I've thought the kids (meaning Sam) were too young to notice. Well, as the saying goes, little pitchers have big ears.

This morning one of the show's hosts used the word bitch, which isn't typical or I wouldn't consider listening to the show with the kids nearly every morning. You can guess what happened next.

Sam: Mom, what's a bish?

Me: (Sigh, I KNEW this was coming.) It's a word that isn't nice that you shouldn't use. That man just did something mean using that word.

Sam: What's a bish?

Me: Some people use that word when they want to call someone else something hurtful.

Sam: Can you call a nice person a bish?

Me: No. You don't call anyone that word. You shouldn't use that word at all.

Sam: What if they are evil? Like an enemy of Batman?

Me: Have you heard Batman use that word?

Sam: No.

Me. You don't call anyone that word. Not even someone supremely evil.

Sam: There are girls in Ms. Britt's class who call themselves Cheetah Girls. They like to chase us and take our football.

Me: (Whew, crisis averted.)

Sam: Maybe if I call them bish, they'd stop.